It was as if a dark cloud had settled over the castle. No one had suspected Parvati of having murderous intentions or of desperately needing help, even her friends. It was causing everyone to look suspiciously at each other, and thankfully, check in on their friends as well. Dean, Seamus, and Ginny seemed to be taking it the hardest of everyone in the castle since Padma had immediately left to spend time with her parents and check in on Parvati in the hospital. People talked more in whispers and loud laughter almost disappeared as once more the students were in mourning.

It didn't help that the Wizengamot vote was steadily approaching. With the vote looming near, Luna and her father had been releasing true and factual information on creature inheritances, past legislation, and the truth about just how involved any dark creatures had been in the last war, which was less than everyone believed. The Quibbler once again was the newspaper with the truth and legitimate information instead of the Prophet as it had been in Harry's fifth year and onwards. Though, there might still be some ads in the back advertising for information on nargle sightings, but in general, they kept to the known world of information while it was critical to get it out to the masses.

Percy even gave Luna an interview about his experiences as a werewolf and how much the change affected him on a daily basis vs. that one time each month. He dispelled all the horrible information in most wizarding textbooks and cited how Lupin and he both fought for the light during the war. This article was passed around for a week at the school until Severus Snape was finally convinced (by Neville of all people) to give the next interview on vampirism.

This new article was the subject of whispered conversations for a couple weeks at least since vampires were secretive as a society in general, and everyone also speculated about Snape in particular. That the man mostly lived off of animal blood from the butcher shop seemed to shock everyone who had surprisingly been assuming he was either attacking students in the hallways or feeding off Harry; which now Harry realized was why some of the younger students were always asking how he felt and giving him concerned looks…honestly, it made him laugh. Snape just gave a huge eyeroll at the fact that was why a lot of the students were afraid of him (currently at least), and they now seemed more than willing to ask him for help with Potions inside and outside of class…to his consternation.

Harry was on the fence. He wasn't sure it would help if he gave an interview since he was the only one of his species, and both Percy and Severus had passingly mentioned his creature status in their interviews. This opened the floodgate of speculation in the Prophet about what creature he may be, though the Quibbler respected his right to keep that to himself, especially since both Luna and Neville knew at this point. Harry had taken to not even reading his mail now that his status was officially out because of the nastiness sent his way. Kreacher sorted through it all and set most of it on fire, only passing along the positive ones for Harry to respond to.

The day before the hearing Harry was walking slowly and carefully through the castle (since Little Bit was moving quite a lot in their bag now) and smiling at all the open Quibblers he saw with students whispering around them. He'd just been helping Andy in her final debrief for Ron in Tonks's quarters about Wizengamot procedure…not that he knew anything about it, but he did offer some of the information he'd learned about past legislation surrounding creatures. Ron was as prepared as possible to represent the Malfoy family, and Draco had been putting his immense persuasive skills to work over the past several weeks meeting with his family's old supporters. How much of that persuasion was veela magic, no one was going to question or complain about.

"Hey…Harry?" A tentative voice reached him from a bench under a nearby window that looked out over the grounds. Ginny Weasley gave him a small smile. "Er…can we talk? I promise I'm not going to go off on you or anything…"

Harry hesitated since he was carrying Little Bit and didn't want them anywhere near danger, mainly so he wouldn't feel the need to do something he might regret later. However, Ginny looked like she'd been crying, and he hadn't heard of her little gang getting involved in anything since Parvati was taken away. They seemed more subdued and ashamed at their actions in general.

"Sure," he gave a little nod and walked over to sit on the bench with her. He did make sure to put Little Bit behind him though and out of any direct line spells could come from. "What's up Ginny? Want to explain how I'm an abomination or blame me for Parvati or what?"

A tear leaked out of Ginny's eye, and she sniffed. He really did want to be sympathetic, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything besides general sadness and a bone-deep tiredness at everything going on. "Look…" he sighed. "I'm really sorry about what happened with Parvati. I wish we'd all realized she needed help earlier…"

Ginny wiped the tear off her cheek and seemed to pull herself together forcefully. "No, we should have, I should have…I was just so caught up in my own pain and my own head. I wanted to say…well, I wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry about…well, everything."

Harry frowned, not exactly sure what she was apologizing for. "I think Percy might need to hear that more than I do."

She shrugged and looked off, her lips pressing into a firm line. "It's because of me that you are what you are…I'm sorry for that. For Percy…I'm working on it. I realize that I may have been taking out my fear from everything that happened last year on him, but you don't realize…"

"You know, I don't think Mum and Dad actually ever talked to any of my other siblings about their views," she changed the subject with a frown. "Mum talked with me a lot at night though when we'd read all these bedtime stories about meeting a prince and getting married…she'd always say, 'Ginny…you have to meet the right sort. Someone who is Light and a good wixen of standing in society.' I think that just really stuck with me, and I don't think she ever read stories or had those talks with the boys. Dad did sometimes I'm sure, but he was never one to talk about anything deep with any of us. It's just…I have to rethink everything I grew up hearing…"

Harry slowly nodded, the pieces finally clicking about why Ginny and her brothers had such different outlooks on their society. He swore to let his baby develop their own beliefs and views, regardless of if he agreed with them or not. Well…he probably would push for kindness and tolerance and all, but everything else…

"Look, Ginny…it wasn't your job to help Parvati. You, and all of us, we're all hurting now, and it's hard to see past our own pain. It also wasn't your fault what happened to me. It was Tom Riddle's fault and his alone. For Merlin's sake, you were only eleven at the time! And, honestly, I'm not even mad at it anymore," he said with a small smile at what his inheritance had actually blessed him with.

"Percy…none of his was his fault though either, and he doesn't even look at it as a curse anymore. Yeah, it's bloody painful and inconvenient, but he has some pretty awesome senses now and can connect with Teddy more than the rest of us can," he explained patiently. "Look, you've gone through so much, we all have, we shouldn't lose anyone else in our lives, especially if it's just because of stubbornness."

Ginny looked off into the distance and slowly nodded. Harry hoped he'd gotten through to her at least a little. "I'll think about it," she said with a sigh. They sat there for a second, Harry wondering if he should leave her to it, before Ginny turned back to him with a confused frown.

"Do you hear something? It sounds…it sounds like scratching," she looked around them to find what it was.

Harry's eyes widened and he put a hand back on the bag behind him, suddenly hearing what Ginny had the moment before. The bag was shaking slightly, and a tentative scratching was clearly coming from it. "Er…Ginny…I got to go!" He stood up, carefully putting the bag's strap back on his shoulder. "It was…erm…it was good talking…yeah…I gotta go!" He rushed off leaving a confused girl in his wake as he bypassed where he'd been heading to a study group with Hermione in the library and back down to the dungeons.

Kreacher was happily ironing some of his master's robes and puttering around the chambers in the dungeons, looking forward to their return to Grimmauld Place in a month's time. He didn't mind Hogwarts and did actually get along with some of the elves, but he missed his little room that his master had enlarged and bought him furniture for. He missed having his own kitchen. And he missed the quiet…though he assumed the quiet was probably not going to be the same with a baby around. He grinned even more widely at that. It had been a long time since the House of Black had welcomed a baby, and he was ecstatically excited to have one in the house once more.

In the middle of Kreacher's musings, the door to the chambers was thrown open and his master rushed in, panting and red faced. "Master Harry?" Kreacher frowned in concern at the frantic look on the teen's face. "Is somethings wrong? Was you attacked?"

"It's hatching!" Harry skidded over to the basket Little Bit normally stayed in and reverently opened the flap on the bag Kreacher had made. "I can hear them! They're hatching! Kreacher! It's actually happening!"

Kreacher's mouth fell open in shock before he slowly felt his mouth growing into probably the largest smile he'd ever had on his face. "Little Bit is hatching?!"

Harry conjured a quick patronus as he stared at the emerald egg that was definitely shaking with a soft scratching sound coming from it. "Get your feathered arse to our chambers! The egg is hatching!" He sent the phoenix patronus off to the actual phoenix that had gone hunting that morning.

::Move the egg closer to the fire:: Saanp instructed, not wanting the baby to get cold and to be able to see what was happening better.

Harry pushed the basket and egg closer to the ashwinder in the fire. "Kreacher, would you go get Severus please?"

Kreacher didn't want to miss a second of this. "Sends the potion master a patronus."

Harry looked at and the elf and gave him an understanding smile. "He's in a faculty meeting, and I don't think it's a good idea to advertise my baby is hatching in front of all the faculty. Would you please quietly get him, and I will send a patronus to Healer Morris?"

"Fine," Kreacher grumbled impatiently, but he popped away to right outside of the staff lounge. Kreacher glared at the door before reaching out and turning the handle.

"I talked with St. Mungo's and they've agreed to send several grief counsellors to meet with the students," Madam Pomfrey was saying when Kreacher walked in. "I think at least one meeting should be mandatory for all the students."

All the faculty turned and looked at the elf who huffed at their attention grumpily and slunk around the scattered chairs the humans were sitting in. "Kreacher? Is everything ok?" The potion master frowned when he recognized the elf making his way towards him. Kreacher gave him a glare but didn't answer until he was right beside the man and motioned for him to lean over so he could whisper.

"Is Harry ok?" He leaned down in concern, pulling his wand out just in case he needed to run off.

"You's need to come with Kreacher," the elf whispered, not being able to keep some of the excitement out of his tone. "Little Bit is hatching…"

Severus's head shot up with his eyes wide. "Is there something wrong, Severus?" McGonagall asked in concern from where she was sitting in the corner.

"Do you need help with something, Severus?" Laimar asked in her usual silky tone.

Snape cleared his throat and stood, trying to keep the excitement off his face. "Excuse me…I'm sorry, but I'm needed elsewhere. I'll check in later for anything I missed," he said to McGonagall, already following Kreacher to the door.

"Am I needed, Severus?" Madam Pomfrey asked next in concern. "Is Harry not feeling well?"

"Everything is perfectly fine," Severus assured her before looking over to where Flitwick was clearly concerned as well. "Filius…you might want to stop by my chambers this evening with Percy…that project that has been in the works is finally ready to see the world…"

"What does that mean?" Sprout asked with a raise of her eyebrow, but Flitwick seemed to understand based on his sudden smile.

"I have to go," Snape ignored them all and scurried out of the staff lounge as quickly as possible. He grumbled when he saw that Kreacher had already popped away without him, so he hurried as fast as he could down towards his chambers in the dungeons, excited to welcome Little Bit into the world.

Healer Morris was very distracted through his last two appointments with patients. Thankfully, they had all been very mild and easy to diagnose illnesses, or he would been noticeably anxious at needing to leave. Harry's patronus had thankfully caught him in his office between appointments with the vague and cryptic message about him being needed at Hogwarts for that 'special delivery' they'd been expecting. He had an eyeroll at Harry's attempt at keeping what was happening from whoever else might be in the room before sending back his own bulldog patronus with the message that he was on his way as soon as he wrapped up his last two appointments.

He grumbled that he really did need to convince his two creature patients to trust a pediatrian if not a healer who specialized in those with creature inheritances. St. Mungo's had unfortunately broken their trust though, and it was clear neither man trusted easily. Honestly, he was just fascinated them anyway, and felt almost like he was hurrying off to the birth of one of his own grandkids again.

"Joyce, I'm off to a house call. I'll be gone the rest of the day," he informed his receptionist while putting everything he would need into his travel bag.

"Hogwarts again?" She asked with a chuckle since her boss didn't seem upset but more excited than anything else. "I think you should just admit those boys are now members of the family instead of patients. Invite them over to dinner with your wife already. I know she's been wanting to meet them."

He gave her a grin before throwing floo powder into the fire. She was right, and he probably should schedule that dinner for soon. "Hogwarts, Headmistress's office," he yelled into the fire before sitting down on the mat in front of the flames.

A confused looking Minerva McGonagall turned from her desk to look over at him. "Adam," she raised a concerned eyebrow at her old schoolmate. "Is everything ok? Are you here for a patient?"

"Everything is perfectly fine, Minnie," he assured her with a kind smile. He understood why Harry and Severus didn't trust the woman, but he also knew just how much stress and the excessive workload she had been under the past several decades with how much Dumbledore had been away from the school. "I'm here for a patient, but it's nothing that should get you worried. Can I come through?"

"Of course, Adam," she quickly opened the floo for him to step into her office.

Healer Morris stood and walked through, brushing the ash off his robes on the other side. "Thanks Minnie…If I'm here late, then I'll walk down to Hogsmeade instead of bothering you."

McGonagall scoffed at him. "You'll do no such thing. Wake me up if you have to, and I'll send you off to Lucy without having to walk your old bones down from the school. She'd never forgive me if you caught a cold."

"I'm pretty sure I remember you being a couple years older than me," he grinned at her and strode towards the door. "I'll take you up on that though. I really don't know how long I'll be here." He wasn't sure if an egg hatching would take as long as a baby being born or not. He hoped he was getting there before the baby came out at the very least as that was absolutely not something he wanted to miss.

"Adam…I know you can't tell me what's going on, but do you promise this isn't something I should be involved in? I am the headmistress," she asked in concern once more.

"I promise you," he assured her, his hand impatiently on the door. "I would assume you'll learn very soon what this is all about anyway," he chuckled before leaving as quickly as he absolutely could and hurrying down to where he remembered visiting Severus when he'd been taking care of Harry in the infirmary.

He was a little out of breath when he finally made it down to the dungeons and promptly knocked on the door to the potion master's chambers. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he was ushered in by Harry's very abrupt elf. "Come in, come in," Kreacher almost pushed him inside the room and to where Harry, Severus, Fawkes, Saanp, and two other teens Healer Morris recognized but only from the newspapers were sitting and staring at the slowly rocking egg.

"Oh good, it hasn't hatched yet," he grinned and joined the little circle around the egg.

"Hey, Healer Morris," Harry looked up over the egg at him. "Thanks for coming so fast…this is Ron and Hermione, I'm not sure you've met before," he motioned to the other two war heroes sitting on the rug with them.

Both teens gave him nods and went right back to staring at the egg. "How long has it been?" The healer cast a diagnostic at the egg and for once finally got readings back through the shell.

"A couple hours," Severus answered him. "Are you getting anything? Are they healthy?"

"They aren't stuck, are they?" Harry asked with a very concerned look.

Healer Morris reached over and squeezed Harry's hand, having had similar anxiety when all his kids and grandkids had been born. "The baby seems healthy. Their vitals are similar to yours, Harry, only adjusted for it being a baby instead of an adult. The shell is much thinner, so I think we let the baby keep doing whatever it's doing. Usually creatures that hatch from eggs should be allowed to do it themselves."

"Oh good," the teen let out a breath that was echoed by everyone else. The phoenix gave a chirp that seemed to be agreeing with the healer since Harry just nodded over at the bird and gave it a smile.

"Would you like to know the sex of the baby?" The healer asked, finally able to answer the question if they wanted to know.

Harry looked up at Severus, a question in his eyes. "We've waited this long. We should find out when Little Bit is ready to meet the world," Severus said, getting a look of agreement from his partner.

Kreacher grumbled impatiently at another rap to the door of the chambers. He threw open the door and glared at the newcomers. "Did we miss it? Are we late?" Percy Weasley asked as he rushed into the room, followed closely by Filius Flitwick, Tonks with Teddy, and Andromeda.

"Draco in on his way. He got caught up by a floo call from Narcissa," Tonks told Ron as she sat on the couch with Teddy.

"They're still working on the shell…anytime now though," Harry informed the group while the rest of his furniture was taken by the new group of visitors. "Remember, once the shell breaks, let me check their eyes first, just in case. I want to make sure the membrane is covering their eyes if they have basilisk powers."

"No worries, mate," Ron assured him vehemently. "I'd rather my godbaby stare you to death than me."

"Do we have a back-up plan if you do indeed die by basilisk stare?" Severus drawled but did actually look concerned.

Harry shrugged, not really worried about that in particular. All his research said baby basilisks had their eyes covered. "I don't know, conjure some little baby sunglasses," he suggested.

"Harry…we could still be petrified," Hermione reminded him with a glance over to Andromeda who just shrugged as well, not knowing a solution.

Healer Morris gave a sigh. "If Harry dies, we'll all leave the room and let him and the phoenix figure out something once he's reborn since it'll probably be some trial and error. We'll offer suggestions through the door or something. I really don't think it'll be a problem though."

"Fawkes is his name," Harry told him with a wave towards the bird. "And yeah, sounds like a plan."

"Oooo, look!" Kreacher almost shoved Ron aside to get a better look as a small piece of the emerald shell chipped off the top of the egg. A small, dark talon poked through the hole and broke off a little more shell.

More and more shell came crumbling down and Harry flattened himself onto the ground to see in the small hole. "Hey, baby…" he smiled into the egg. "It's me, your dad. Let me see those beautiful eyes so we know if you can meet the rest of your family right now or not."

Healer Morris cast another diagnostic charm and smiled at the results since the baby seemed to be the exact same type of creature Harry was and healthy against that standard. "Can you see her?" He asked the excited father in his own excitement.

"Her?!" Severus almost got whiplash in his dramatic turn towards the healer with wide eyes and a small smile.

"We's having a girl!" Kreacher immediately began jumping up and down. "Kreacher told you so!"

"Er…oops…" Healer Morris winced and looked at them all sheepishly.

"Hi, Selene baby…welcome to the world," Harry poked at the baby's hand that came through the shell, talons still trying to pull away the walls around her. "Oh…she has beautiful hazel eyes," Harry looked up at them all with a huge, proud smile. "And I'm still alive…"

At that pronouncement everyone leaned in a little more and Severus got all the way down on the ground as well. A large chunk of shell fell off and the baby gave a little sneeze and whimper. "Hi…" Severus reached into where the hole was and dislodged it just a bit so that the top of the shell fell away.

"She has red hair!" Tonks exclaimed as Teddy clapped his hands. Teddy didn't really understand what was going on, but everyone was excited, so he was just happy to be included.

Harry couldn't stand it any longer and picked up the now crying baby and wrapped her in a soft, green blanket they had bought for her. "Shh…I got you," he gently rubbed off whatever goo (amniotic fluid?) was inside the egg and the debris from the baby, getting her warm.

"Looks like you really are the start of a new species," Healer Morris proudly smiled at the little family. "She's just like you, see the scales…" Selene did have matching green scales down her sides just as her father did, and her talons kept coming out and retracting like she wasn't sure what to do with them. Besides not having any teeth yet to see if she had fangs, they really did seem to be the same type of creature. Fawkes was busy cooing over the baby and fighting the ashwinder for prime place beside where Harry was holding her.

"She seems a little big for a newborn," Andromeda turned to the healer. "I mean, she's not big, but I mean…a little more developed…"

The healer was nodding as he cast more diagnostics. "Yes, she's more like a month-old baby…she must have developed more in the egg than a normal child would in the womb."

"We love you so much," Harry wiped her little pudgy cheeks and couldn't help the huge smile on his face. "Me and your Papa here…"

Severus gave a little chuckle and eyeroll at the name but held out a finger for the baby to grasp onto. "Forever and always," he assured the little girl.

"Right…make yourselves useful," Healer Morris turned to the assembled party. "Filius, we need clean blankets. Madam Tonks, make up a bottle, Harry has everything you need on the counter there in the kitchen," he motioned to where everything was already out and waiting and had been ever since the egg had first started to move.

"You two," he turned to Ron and Hermione as Flitwick and Andy rushed off. "Go make sure everything is set up in the room and with the cot since the baby will need to sleep soon."

"Anything for us?" Tonks asked, still holding Teddy.

"How about you come meet your little cousin," Harry smiled over at Teddy who was already reaching his little hands towards the baby.

"Mr. Weasley," Healer Morris turned to the last person. "Come help me find some new clothes for the fathers…those are no longer clean."

"Don't worry about us, we won't ramble through all of your drawers," Percy assured them with a grin as he led the healer to the parents' room.

Severus snorted but was completely lost in the baby that now reached out for him. With a surprised look to Harry, he reached out as Harry passed him Selene with a huge smile. "She's so tiny," he breathed out in awe. "Am I holding her right?"

"Hell if I know," Harry laughed. "Tonks? Help please…"

"That's perfect," she shifted Teddy who was now trying to grab the baby's foot. "It's a good idea to support her head, but since she's more developed than a normal newborn, that isn't quite as important."

Severus was already holding her to his chest and supporting her head though. Selene's cries stopped as her hazel eyes blinked closed and seemed to lean in further to Severus's chest. "Food first, then sleep," Harry stroked her little arm to keep her awake.

Selene's talons dug into Snape's shirt, and he gave a sharp intake of breath. "We might need to make her some little gloves," he grimaced at Harry who tried to not laugh.

"Sorry," he chuckled anyway. "I know that probably hurt, but she's just so cute!"

"I'm sure it won't be as cute when it's your chest," Andy remarked as she handed Harry the bottle when he was finally able to pry Selene's talons out of Snape's shirt.

"At least we both heal fast," Snape still held onto one pudgy fist with a large smile while Harry tried to convince the baby to try the bottle.

The portrait door slammed open, and an out-of-breath Draco Malfoy skidded in. "Am I late?!"

Severus just looked up and smiled at him. "Meet Selene Soleil Potter."

Andromeda anxiously shuffled the papers on the desk she had been given as the opposing party's solicitor. Josiah McDerwitt glared across the expanse of the Wizengamot chambers as the solicitor in support of the new law. Technically, lawyers were not necessary when laws were presented in a Wizengamot session, but a few of the older crowd had hired the other lawyer when they heard Andromeda would be presenting in opposition.

"May the best grandmother win," she said under her breath with a challenging glare right back at the man and his beady little eyes.

Andy's eyes widened when she heard a little, very familiar giggle. Her head shot up and she met the amber eyes of her grandson who had pink hair for the occasion and was currently being bounced on Severus Snape's hip as he walked into the observation area carrying the boy while Harry entered behind him with some kind of cloth wrap that had Selene strapped to his chest with a huge diaper bag slung over a shoulder. Harry paused and held the door open for a very pregnant Fleur Delacour-Weasley who entered behind him, and they all took up almost an entire row between themselves and the baby things.

Andy restrained an anxious laugh at the production it all was in the middle of such a serious occasion. She hadn't thought Harry would make it since he hadn't left his chambers with the baby since she hatched just a couple days before and they had been living on no sleep and a lot of stress. However, this was important to their very lives though, so she could understand why it was something they were not going to miss even if it meant carrying almost their entire quarters into the Wizengamot chambers to keep the babies happy. Plus…it was never a bad thing to have a good visual aid. She smiled at her family and where Dora was waving and making faces from her place in the Black family seat to Teddy who laughed and waved back at his mum. Thankfully the Black family seat was very close to the Malfoy family seat because Ron looked extremely pale as he awkwardly adjusted the collar of the dress robes Draco had made him wear.

Andromeda closed her folder of all the evidence, past legislation that negated the proposed law, letters from so many people who would be affected by the law, and written testimony from researchers and healers that basically said all the reasoning of the other side was faulty and just prejudice. Oh, she was definitely going to get to all that in minute detail, but first the session had been called to order and she was finally addressed.

Andromeda Tonks stood to her full, regal height and stared directly into the eyes of Minister Shacklebolt who looked ready to melt under her glare from where he was sitting (he was thankfully not in support of the law and had never been to her understanding). "Before I began," she spoke calmly and clearly as she turned that uncomfortably intense gaze to each member of the Wizengamot in turn. "I would like to ask just who it was in particular that decided it was an acceptable idea to take my grandchildren away from me?" She motioned up to the seat where Harry and Snape were both bouncing happy babies on their knees.

"I would like to know who I need to look in the eye as I tell you that you are no better than Voldemort who took my husband and my son-in-law away from me," she said to a shocked silent auditorium.

"That is what you are doing. Let's be honest; what this law will do boils down to breaking up families and losing loved ones. You are taking my grandson and granddaughter away from me. You are taking Remus Lupin's son…Remus who was a werewolf and who fought in the war. Remus, someone who gave his life so your sons and daughters could live. You are taking Harry Potter's daughter…"

There was a gasp as everyone's eyes snapped to the little girl who was making gurgling noises and drooling on her dad's hand. Her red hair shining in the torchlight and her hazel eyes taking in everything going on around her. "You are taking the Savior of the Wixen World's daughter away from our society where he will follow…where he will take our foremost potions master with him, several members of the peerage of our community on this Wizengamot, and…"

"And our Minister for Magic," Shaklebolt cut in, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair where he presided over the courtroom with a stern look. Apparently, if anything affected Harry in the slightest, that was Kingsley's line in the sand. "He will take your Minister for Magic with him if he leaves…just so you have all the facts."

Andromeda hadn't seen that one coming, but she looked up and gave the man a firm nod. She always liked Kingsley…it seems that wasn't misplaced. "Yes, just so you have all the facts," she opened her folder with the evidence in it. "Now…let's start with Merlin who was fae…"

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