A/N: There are several things I am very happy about today. One, that Scholastic is considering a law suit against the little b-----d who broke contract and started selling Book VII several days in advance.
Next, that the person who first posted the last pages of the book on the Internet is now one of the most hated people in the world.
And lastly, that the majority of you managed to write reviews that had nothing whatsoever to with Book VII, it's contents, or even a hint of spoilers.
PAR thanks you.
And I will refrain from comments until next week on the book.
That is all of my ramblings for now.
Except,
As always,
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CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: NEVER TOO FAR
Orion turned a very tired expression back to face his partner. "All right, Charly, I'm listening."
"It's about this wizard, Orion." Charly began. "There's something I have to tell you and you have to hear me out on this, OK? Right to the end."
Orion simply nodded as he stared back at the growing desperation on his partner's face.
"O.K., here's the thing...," Charly began.
"Black! Heard you had a nasty run in." A voice called from down the hall.
Both men turned to see Max Dugun coming towards them.
"How's the eye?" The newcomer to the gathering ask.
"Right now I'm dividing my time between the pain keeping me awake and desperately needing sleep." Orion replied with a small smile for the man.
"What's Horace say?"
"Never anything good, you know that, Max." Orion answered. "If you had a cold, Horace would give you only weeks to live."
The man chuckled at the statement. "True. True. Never one to not want to err on the side of caution, that's our Horace. Bugger though, that for all your trouble, you didn't even get to bring the fish home."
Charly's ears perked up at the comment. "What?"
Max turned to Charly with a quizzical stare. "All that trouble," He repeated, "and the slimy bugger got away."
Charly turned back to his partner. "You said you captured him."
"I did." Orion replied, starting to wish firmly for his nice soft bed. "But just before we apparated back to the castle, he escaped."
Charly could barely keep his feet on the ground in his desire to jump for joy. Heudros had escaped. And before they had gotten back to the castle. That meant that no one in the Department ever got within miles of the wizard.
Charly quickly plastered a look of disappointment on his face. "That's a tough break, partner." He stated. "I thought he was in the hands of the Ministry."
"Matter of time." Max offered hopefully with a wave as he departed on down the hallway. "Matter of time."
Orion turned back to his partner. "All right. I'm still listening." He stated past a tired sigh.
Charly felt he did an absolutely admirable job of keeping his featured schooled in the face of not having a clue what he was going to say next. Here he had been all primed and ready to come completely clean to his best friend, and now there was no reason to.
But Orion was expecting something. And it had to be something important.
"Well, here's the thing..." Charly started.
"Black! Misser! My office. Now!" Came the demanding voice of Bale.
Charly would have sworn if Bale wouldn't have killed him for it, he'd have run up to the man right then and there and kissed him right on the lips.
Charly turned his exhausted friend around and headed him back down the corridor. "Sounds serious." He stated, still directing Orion's steps. "We'll talk later. After Bale's done and after you've had a chance to get some sleep. Blimmy if you don't look like walking death."
Walking back into his superior's office, Orion placed his body in the first chair that crossed his path.
"Have you briefed your partner on anything?" Bale ask right off.
"I've just seen my partner." Orion replied. "Charly just came in from his own mission this morning."
Bale turned his attention to Charly. "Rotten luck that. Because you're both going out again."
Both men pulled up straight in their chairs. "What?!" They ask in unison.
"Sorry, lads, but this is a situation you're both best qualified for."
"The only situation I'm best qualified for is sleep." Orion stated.
"Won't take long." Bale answered. "We just tracked down a large magical wash, several kilometers to the north. I want both of you with the group heading out to check it out."
Orion looked up suspiciously. "You said we were the best qualified. Why?"
Bale set his gaze on his agent. "We think this may be the remains of the castle."
Charly got a brief run down of things from Orion as they headed down the corridor towards where the others were preparing to apparate to the location. Time wasn't allowing for an in depth explanation, so Orion just hit the highlights. That the castle was a base of operation for Heudros and that due to possible residual wards, they would have to be extremely careful.
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Orion simply stood staring at the structure before him in awe.
Or more, at the lack of it.
Even what he did to the Deatheaters lair years ago was nothing compared to this.
Whatever she had done, Becca had been plenty mad when she did it.
In fact, the whole of the castle looked like the fledgling 'Power' had spent the whole of the week testing out her new found abilities on the stone structure. Any muggle coming across the area would have simply assumed someone had used the place as a convenient location to dump rocks, since that was practically all that was left of the once enormous castle.
Someone let out a low whistle. "Holy...I thought Bale said there was a castle here."
"You're looking at it, mate." Barry Phinner, the head of the group stated. "Fan out. Look for anything moving. Watch out for stray wards. Bale says the castle was loaded with them."
Charly moved over to where Orion was standing. "This was Heudros' base of operations?"
"This is where one of his servants lived." Orion answered carefully.
Charly's stare slowly ascended the stories-high pile of rubble. Every time Heudros had called him, he had met the man in what looked like a cave, not a castle. Whatever this castle had been, it had been created to withstand a lot.
So what in magic's name had happened to it?
Shaking his head, Charly started out to walk the perimeter. Maybe he could find some of his own answers if he looked hard enough.
Fifteen minutes later, Charly still hadn't circumnavigated the whole of the pile of rubble. But suddenly, looking up from his scrutiny of several rocks, he suddenly noticed a flash of white just stepping around a large stone ahead of him.
Crouching low, he moved quickly to the rock and peered around it.
To his surprise, the sight that greeted him was not what he expected at all.
Standing next to a smaller pile of rocks that looked like they had fallen from a precarious perch higher up, was a woman with long, dark hair, dressed in a simple white sheath dress, who appeared to be carefully studying the destruction before her.
Pulling himself up, Charly decided this was definitely something worth investigating as he straightened his shirt and put on his most charming smile.
The woman looked up almost as soon as Charly stepped around the rock. Sure she would try to run, he was prepared for that contingency. But instead the woman merely pulled herself up and faced him straight on. A determined look in her eyes.
"Well, hello, love." Charly stated as he stopped a few feet from her. "What are you doing here?"
The woman studied him for a few moments, the slowly turned her attention back to the pile of rubble. "I used to live here." She stated in a flat, emotionless voice.
'Ah!' Charly thought immediately. 'One of Heudros' followers.'
The woman turned back to him. "One might ask you the same question." She stated plainly.
"Me?" Charly ask. "Well...Me? I'm...I'm looking for someone." He answered, looking over his shoulder to see if any of the other agents were anywhere close by. If he was careful, and not interrupted, he might be able to get some information out of the woman before the others showed up on the scene and took her into custody.
The woman tilted her head slightly, the sun playing off the soft, dark strands as she squinted slightly against the bright light. "Who?"
Charly smiled at the woman. "Heudros."
The woman instantly pulled herself up again, staring at him more intently as she took several steps towards him. "Heudros?!" She stated. "Do you know where Heudros is?!"
Charly took an instinctive step back. The woman's whole demeanor had changed in an instant from placidly calm to almost maniacal at the mention of the name.
"Right at this moment? No." Charly replied. "But," he added, pasting the smile back on his face, "if you like, we can look for him together. How about that?"
The woman pulled back, as though at his admission, she lost interest in him completely. "I will find Heudros on my own." She now stated in the plain, simple tone of a moment before.
The woman turned, apparently ready to leave. Charly wasn't sure if she would simply walk away or disapparate, but he knew he had only seconds to stop her from doing either.
"Wait a minute!"
The woman stopped in her departure and turned back to him.
The smile returned. "I don't even know your name." Charly stated.
The woman frowned. "What does that matter to you?"
"Well," Charly added, taking a few steps towards her, "in case we meet again..."
"We won't." The woman cut him short.
"In case we do," Charly repeated, "I would like to know what to call you."
The woman seemed to give the request serious consideration before tilting her head to one side again as she stared back at the man before her. "My name is Be..." But she stopped suddenly and her features hardened as she pulled herself back upright. "My name is none of your business." She stated firmly, and turned on her heel to leave.
"Just a minute." Charly hurried after her. She was likely his best link to Heudros. He had to stop her from leaving until he could get more information from her. "All right. You're right. It's not very nice of me to expect you to tell me your name when I haven't told you mine."
The woman stopped and turned back to him.
"Allow me to introduce myself." He said, his most winning smile in place as he took another step towards the woman. "My name is..."
"Charly!"
The voice rang out like a warning shot from behind him. Charly turned towards it just as he heard the woman in front of him let out a loud gasp of surprise. Turning back towards her he was only mildly surprised to find himself now facing open air.
Fisted hands on his hips, Charly turned around to face his approaching partner. "What the blasted...did you have to go and startle her like that?!" He stated in an irritated tone.
Orion looked just as irritated as he neared where Charly stood. "Startle?!" Orion stated in a voice that was downright angry. "Do you have any idea who you were chatting up?"
Charly now adopted a mildly confused look. Orion was mad because he was talking to the woman?
"One of Heudros' followers." He answered.
Orion shook his head. "Not 'one of Heudros' followers', Charly. That was Heudros' 'Power'."
Charly's look went from mildly confused to completely. "Pardon?" He ask. "Power? Like in 'backing him' power?"
"No." Orion answered, shaking his head again and lowering his tone. "Like in 'Bo'."
Charly's expression shifted through several emotions with lightning speed. From confusion, to speculation, to understanding, to disbelief. "Bo?" He ask in the same quiet whisper Orion was now speaking in.
This time Orion nodded.
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Back at the Ministry, seated in his office with no less than five silencing charms in place, Orion sat facing his partner.
"Now let me get this straight," Charly said slowly, having just sat through an hour long rendition of what happened on the mission to find the wizard in the north, including the parts left out of the official report, "you're telling me that this Heudros character managed to create another 'Power', just like your Bo, and now she's out there somewhere, on her own, and mad as...as Voldemort on one of his 'happy days'?!"
Orion, looking like a man well past the point of exhaustion, simply nodded.
"Sweet mother of..." Charly's head fell as he shook it. "We are in a mess of it this time." He stated, turning back to his best friend. "Not just the Ministry or the wizarding community, but the whole world this time. I mean, your father managed to control Bo, to a point, by putting the 'Power' in the boggart to begin with. It may still be powerful, but its more of a firecracker than an atomic bomb now. And just for a safety catch, Bo at least likes you. He listens to you. Does, for the most part, what you say. And he's not truly malicious. This girl...this...Becca, from what you've said, is far from the thinking level of a three year old, answers to no one, hates her keeper, and sees killing simply as a way to solve life's irritating little problems." Charly sighed as Orion once again gave a tired nod. "Mate, we are so scr..."
"It's not that bad, Charly." Orion cut him off. "Becca only seems to have serious animosity for Heudros. I think, given the chance, I could talk to her."
Charly grabbed the man by the shirt and yanked him forward. "Are you out of your mind?!" He ask. "The minute that girl saw you she did not stick around to say 'hello' and catch up on old times, Orion. Or did you miss how fast she disapparated out of there?"
"She didn't disapparate." Orion stated abstractly. "'Power's' don't apparate."
"You need to go home and get some sleep." Charly stated. "You're starting to babble."
Orion nodded again. "And maybe I'll actually make it out the door this time."
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Not only did he make it out the door, but Orion was surprised he made it all the way home without being called back again by Bale.
Now that he had seen her again, all of Orion's hopes that the destruction of the castle and Heudros' abandonment would somehow lead to Becca losing her foothold in his realm where shot. And with that knowledge came a less than peaceful night.
It had started out well enough, with a proverbial flock of children assaulting him at the door when he arrived, all questioning where was Mum and when was she coming home.
Orion once again set about calming fears over Katlin's continuing absence from her children's lives.
As soon as the stone had returned the group to the castle, Orion had immediately hunted down the Headmaster to find out if Becca had kept her promise and sent Katlin to what he was sure she saw as 'home': the castle.
But that fear at least had been quickly put to rest when Dumbledore assured him that Katlin had indeed shown up at the castle that day, though in less than perfect health, and that she was currently under Madam Pomfrey and Aaron Richards care.
For the next week Orion had spent hours at his wife's bedside, reassuring her as much as himself that everything would be fine. Richards and the Hogwart's head nurse had tried explaining to him over and over that Katlin was in no immediate danger and that her getting over the poison would be a slow process, not an overnight one. But although he kept up a good front whenever he was with Katlin, Orion had spent the last week on very little sleep as his worries continued to pursue him in his dreams.
Tonight was just one more night.
Early in the morning hours, long before the sun came up, Orion suddenly sat bolt upright in his bed, the remnants of his wife's name still on his lips.
Looking about the room quickly, he did everything he could to assuage his fears. But this time the dream had been particularly vivid. He swore he could still feel the cold from the corridors as he made his way through his old school's hallways on his way to the infirmary. Could still smell the antiseptic in the air, mixed with years of potion brewing as he entered the infirmary. Could still feel the material of the curtain around Katlin's bed as he took hold of it with his hand. And could still feel the sheer sense of panic and loss as he pulled it back to reveal the cloth covered body in the bed.
It had all simply been far too real.
A soft trill drew his attention to the end of the bed.
For once Orion was actually happy to see the boggart in his room at this hour of the morning.
Saved him the trouble of having to call him.
Nearly bolting out of the bed, Orion grabbed a pair of pants and began pulling them on.
"Bo, I need you to do me a favor." He stated, grabbing the shirt still hanging over the back of the chair.
The boggart started to make several gestures in the air, but Orion stopped him as he placed his hand over Bo's.
"No, no. I just need you to listen." He stated a bit firmer. "Don't ask questions."
Bo paused for a moment as he studied his Channeler, then finally nodded.
"Good. Now, Bo, I need you to stay here and watch the kids, OK?"
The boggart made a quick gesture.
Orion nodded to him. "Yes. Babysitting. I need you to babysit the kids while I go out for a while."
The boggart made another quick gesture that Orion just caught as he headed for the door.
"I don't know." He replied, heading for the stairs at a brisk pace. "Probably all night. But I'll be back in the morning. But likely late. So you make sure that everyone gets safely to my parents house, OK? And you explain things to Mum. Tell her I had to leave and I ask if they could watch the kids today, OK?"
Bo paused, then nodded.
"Good. Thanks, Bo." He stated as he grabbed a cloak from the hall closet. "Bring down the wards, and put them up again right after I've cleared them, all right?"
The boggart nodded again, and Orion quickly disapparated.
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Apparating at the front gates of the castle, Orion quickly made his way across the lawn. He had to see Katlin. He had to know his wife was all right.
Reaching the large, ornate front doors, he laid his hand over one of them. A clicking could be heard inside and the door slowly began to open. But with a hard push, Orion sent it banging against the wall behind it.
Running through the corridors, he was thankful that at one in the morning he wasn't likely to encounter many people wandering the castle hallways. Maybe Filch. But Orion was well and prepared to hex the man into next week if he tried to stop him.
Arriving at the infirmary door, thankfully without incident, Orion hurried into the ward. But he found himself coming to a abrupt halt outside the white curtain drawn around Katlin's bed.
What if he pulled the curtain back to find his dream was true? What if the thing he feared above any other had happened and they hadn't told him?
'Get a grip.' He admonished himself. 'Just pull the curtain back and you'll see that she's fine.'
A shaking hand wrapped itself about the white curtain and slowly pulled it back a little. Orion peeked around the corner.
Laying in the small hospital bed, Katlin was sleeping peaceful on her side facing him, the cover only pulled up to her shoulder.
Orion breathed a deep sigh of relief as he stood watching her, listening intently to every sound. But her breathing was the slow regular rhythm of someone deep asleep.
Orion sighed and shook his head again as he stepped over to her bed and quietly crouched down next to her.
Katlin shifted a little in her sleep, startling him slightly. Orion backed up, bumping into a chair behind him and scraping it lightly across the floor as he fell.
Katlin shifted again, this time lifting her head slightly as she opened her eyes.
"Orion?" She asked in a half-asleep voice as she squinted down at the man sitting on the floor next to her bed.
Orion scooted slowly back over to her bed, looking up as he smiled sheepishly at her.
"Hi, Love." He whispered to her.
"Orion?" Katlin stared down at him past a puzzled stare. "What are you doing here? It's not morning yet, is it?"
"Well, actually, it is morning." Orion replied. "About one in the morning."
Katlin's eyes widened. "One in the morning! What in heavens name are you doing here at one in the morning? Where are the children? Surely you didn't leave them at the house alone?"
"Bo's with them." He replied quickly. "And he's taking them to my parent's house in the morning to spend the day."
Satisfied with the answer, Katlin laid her head back down. "That doesn't explain what you're doing here." She stated.
Orion gave her another embarrassed smile. "Bad Dream?" He answered.
"A bad dream?" She ask, widening her eyes slightly. "Honestly, Orion," She chastised him lightly. "Katy handles nightmares better than you."
"Katy has her mother to comfort her and her stuffed owl to keep her company the rest of the night."
Katlin gave him a half serious smile. "Well, I'll get you a stuffed owl you can have in bed with you if you'd like."
"I'd rather have my other soft, cuddly toy in bed with me." He informed her with a wolfish grin.
Katlin smiled at him, then hugged her pillow to her.
"Well, I don't know how I feel about being referred to as a 'toy', but feel free to take the other side. Because I'm not moving."
Katlin smiled to herself as she heard the footsteps hurry to the other side of the small infirmary bed and felt the mattress shift under the added weight. An arm gently crept its way around her waist as he spooned his body up against her's. Rolling over as she shifted her position, Katlin re-adjusted herself until she was now facing her husband in the bed.
"Better?" She asked.
Orion gave her a contented sigh and gently kissed her lips.
"Much."
"Are you planning on doing anything with the bed?"
"Like what?"
"Little small for two?"
"Somehow it suits me tonight."
Katlin smiled against his shoulder as she cuddled closer to him. "Me too."
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The next morning Orion was given a rude awaking in the form of orders being barked at him by the head nurse.
"Mr. Black!" Madam Pomfrey snapped at him from his side of the bed. "What exactly do you think you are doing? Get out of that bed this instant."
Orion managed to remain utterly unperturbed by the attack as he simply let out a small sigh and cuddled up closer to his wife. "Get off." He stated half asleep. "We're married."
"And that doesn't matter one bit. There'll be none of that here. Now get out of that bed. This woman is still injured."
Orion sighed as Katlin turned over her shoulder to face him. How she had managed to roll over on her side in the night without waking or tossing Orion over the edge eluded her completely. But she gave him a wink as he looked up at her. "You heard the head nurse." She informed him with a smile. "There'll be none of that here."
"Mr. Black!" Pomfrey stated a bit louder. "Don't force me to dislodge you myself."
With an aggravated sigh, Orion leaned over and kissed Katlin affectionately before carefully maneuvering himself out from under the covers.
"Oh! Look!" He stated, fanning his arms out for the head nurse to see. "Fully dressed. What a surprise!"
"Don't be crude, Mr. Black." Pomfrey replied, scooting about him as she headed into the small cubicle Katlin's bed occupied. "I still need to check my patient."
A snapping shut of the white curtain in his face answered Orion's question if he could watch.
Waiting outside the cubicle for a good fifteen minutes, Orion was beginning to think the head nurse was dragging things out just to aggravate him when the curtain slowly rolled back from around the bed.
"You can see your wife now, Mr. Black." She informed him in a firm tone. "But the curtain is to remain open, and you are to stay in that chair." She added, pointing to the chair next to Katlin's bed.
"Yes, yes." Orion stated as the head nurse strutted by him. "I know. 'We'll have none of that here'."
A soft giggle from the cubicle answered him as Madam Pomfrey went about her other duties for the morning.
"Don't irritate her, Orion." Katlin begged. "She's really being very good to me, considering."
Orion dutifully took a seat in the chair. "Considering what?"
"That's she's having to minister to a Deatheater. And an Elite, no less. Hardly her usual class of patients, I'm sure."
Orion sighed softly as he caressed a hand over her cheek. It had to be a little frightening for Katlin, to be literally in the enemies hands while she was injured. "Hey," he told her softly, "we're all in the same camp right now. All working together. Remember?"
"One big happy family." Katlin added half-heartedly.
"Well, I don't know how happy it is, but that's the basic idea."
Katlin managed a small smile for him as she wrapped her hand about his. "Just don't go too far." She whispered.
Orion leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. "No further than that." He promised her.
Q&A
ilovesiriusblack:
Hm I think Charly's about to put his foot in it. Good, he should have come clean years ago. I think Orion is wise not to let Bo help with his eye, I certainly wouldn't let a three year old give me laser eye surgery! Eagerly awaiting the next chapter and news of Voldermort and Sirius.
Well, what can I say? Charly's luck is still running in the 'good' column. And true, he did nearly put his foot right in it. How Orion would have reacted to the news still waits to be seen.
Well, remember that one of Bo's greatest strengths is that he's totally at ease with who and what he is. Which is a factor that will figure heavily in Family Ties. Orion may well be Bo's best friend, and feel that he knows him far better than anyone else, but trust me, like any good three year old, Bo keeps a few secrets to himself. And Orion is likely going to be quite surprised to learn just how 'agile' his boggart really is.
Your news of Voldemort and Sirius, Dear, is in the next chapter, where decisions have to be made. After all, by the parameters of the spell alone, if Voldemort stays in Sirius' body much longer, they both will suffer for it.
CelticHeiressFiona:
Nope no predictions here. Sorry I worded it wrong. Anyway another amazing chapter!
That's all right, Dear. PAR knew what you meant.
Skahducky:
Why did Orion nod when Charly asked if he captured Heudros? I mean, technically he had him for a moment, but he never actually got around to capturing him.
Is Harry finally going to be adopted soon? I mean, now that they're back from the mission and all that. I forget the exact parameters of Harry and Voldemort's bargain, but didn't Voldemort say he'd leave Sirius' body if Harry agreed to help him find the wizard in the north? And, without Becca, Heudros is more or less defeated, right?
Anyway, this is a great chapter. Please update soon!
Wellllllllllll..., he may never had read him his rights or anything, but technically, Heudros was 'in custody', Dear.
Three reasons for that. One, technically, as you pointed out, he answered the question. 'Did you capture Heudros?' 'Yes.'
Next, because the poor man was dead on his feet and wasn't thinking much past just answering questions.
And lastly, although in the reading it may have seemed that Charly gave Orion plenty of time to elaborate, he really didn't. As soon as Orion confirmed that he had captured Heudros (no matter for how short a time), Charly went barreling on, desperate to do as much damage control as possible.
Dear, I thought you knew me better than this. If there's a twist to be taken, I'm going to take it. Now, will Harry be adopted soon? No. Complications have arisen in that area that are explained in Family Ties, the part of the Family story arc.
Yes, Voldemort promised (sort of) to leave Sirius' body if Harry agreed to help him. But Sirius told him not to and Harry refused. It wasn't until Orion's life hung in the balance that Harry agreed to help Voldemort find the wizard in the north.
But even past all of that, do you honestly expect Voldemort to honestly go with the deal he struck? The man's better at finding loopholes in a contract than a seasoned lawyer.
Heudros is down, Dear, he is by no means out.
knightsbridge:
Well, some of us are looking forward to the last book. After reading about the distributer that sent out the books early, the online print, the people saying if that was the book they didn't EVER want to read the whole thing...London betting shops have stopped taking bets and Harry's fate, just how he dies. I think I will leave the book as is to complete the entire collection, and to pass it on to future generations (who hopefully aren't quite as addicted to it as I.
For all of us who know how WE wanted it to end...we have fan fiction to read. Personally, I think Jo did the entire child in all of us a diservice. Harry became real to all of us. Did you know they have grief Counceling centers set up for children? He has become THAT real...it would be like a brother etc dieing. No wonder Jo said she wouldn't write under her own name again...I vote for a bludger to the head!
Honestly, Dear, I have no idea what version you've been reading, but the comments here don't exactly coincide with the last book that well.
However, I will agree Rowling did many of us a disservice with this book. But I felt that started back in Book V, when she started that whole Bad-Ass Harry and the darker storyline thing. I'd have been far more thrilled and far more inclined to continue reading the books had she stuck with the happy little weekend readers I signed on for with the first four books.
After browsing Book V and getting to the bad part, I sort of lost interest in the whole thing. I did not read Book V with the same interest and intensity I read the first four. I never even read Book VI, and it took me all of three hours to read Book VII (Speed reading is a wonderful time saver.).
So, was I disappointed with the last book?
Yes.
All reviews are as of 07/22/2007.
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