Harry Potter and the Shadowed Light

Chapter 11

Previously

Eventually the journey was underway and they all made plans to meet up, Harry promising to try. He knew he would be busy, though, what with Sirius' trial and everything.

Pulling into the station hours later, Harry left his friends, promising to write and visit. Susan had been against letting him leave as she had wanted her aunt to meet his relatives, but Harry had persuaded her to let him go. It wasn't like he was actually going home to Surrey. Finding a secluded spot, Harry shrunk down his trunk and let Hedwig free, telling her to head to the Leaky Cauldron, before he apparated there.

Walking out into Diagon Alley, Harry headed straight to Gringotts. He had to see a goblin about a rat.

Entering Gringotts, Harry no longer felt the need to approach a teller. Instead, he greeted those he passed as he made his way straight into the back and towards Ragnok's office.

After being called inside, Harry sat down and pulled out his trunk, unshrinking it and releasing the wards.

"You have the traitor, then?" Ragnok asked as he watched Harry.

"Of course," Harry said, pulling out the cage with the rat.

Peter let out distressed squeaks and cowered in the enchanted cage.

Ragnok could feel the enchantments and let out a sadistic laugh when he realised their purpose.

"I take it you were not fond of Mr. Pettigrew in your past life?" he asked.

Harry stunned the rat. "That would be an understatement. Not only did he betray my parents and get them killed, he assisted in Voldemort's return, using my blood - which he took unwillingly," Harry hissed.

"Unfortunate," Ragnok commented, his expression showing his amusement.

"It was actually quite traumatic at the time; I was still the light's golden boy. And it left quite a large scar, both physically and mentally," Harry said his pretend offence making Ragnok's smirk widen.

"Yes, I'm sure you're very traumatised," Ragnok said.

Harry laughed lightly. "So, what's going to happen to him now?" he asked.

"Mr. Dodge will come and collect him. If you wish to meet him, he should be arriving soon," Ragnok said.

Harry considered this and decided it was a smart decision to meet the man acting as his law wizard.

"I'll wait here," he said.

"Very good. Shall I send for some tea and a light snack?" Ragnok offered.

"Please, that would be appreciated. The train from Hogwarts does leave much to be desired in terms of real food," Harry said, thinking about all of the sweets he had eaten. That was one of the only benefits of having such a young body - Harry had re-found his sweet tooth.

When Edgar Dodge arrived an hour later, Harry was happily full. The man was visually deceptive in his mind; he looked to be in his mid 30's, light brown hair that was thinning slightly, and blue-grey eyes that looked small in his thin face. He did not look like a man who would be trusted by the goblin race or a man who was famous for his cut throat tactics and high success rate.

"Mr. Potter, I presume?" Dodge said, surprising Harry with his rich voice. He could suddenly see why he had such high success rates.

"Indeed. It's a pleasure, Mr. Dodge," Harry said, standing and offering his hand. Even in his eleven year old body, Harry was still technically his employer and wanted to act like it.

Taking the offered hand, Dodge shook once before taking a seat. He immediately picked up the cage and observed it.

"You had no trouble obtaining him?" he asked, inspecting the stunned animagus.

"Not at all, I managed it the day I received your note," Harry said.

"Good - and nobody suspects you?" Edgar questioned.

"What's to suspect? The rat simply escaped his cage," Harry said, sharing a smirk with the man as Ragnok sat back and watched.

"Excellent, this will help increase the chances of success exponentially. Now, moving on from the rat; after I have seen to the release of Mr. Black, I imagine you will wish for me to represent him in his custody suit," Edgar said, pulling out a few files and a self-inking quill.

Harry nodded. "Yes, though I do not know how much Ragnok had told you," Harry said, sending the goblin a look of question.

"Mr. Dodge is aware of your home situation and of the fact that Dumbledore attempted to block and manipulate your magic and life. He had also been briefed about the money embezzlement and his station as your magical guardian," Ragnok clarified.

"Right, then you're up to date," Harry said to the law wizard. He was happy with the information Ragnok had shared - he didn't want it known he was from the future or such.

"Mr. Black has a strong case for you as, not only is he your godfather, I am told your parents also did the blood adoption ritual. Meaning he is legally, magically, and biologically 1/3 your parent, as the ritual will have given you both Black and Potter blood and traits. However, the opposition will make their case based on his mental stability. Ten years in Azkaban will have caused both physical and mental damage. They may also claim that uprooting you from your current family would cause you problems - that you have a steady life and changing that could affect your health.

"The first problem is difficult to argue. However, if given immediate and in-depth treatment, I'm sure Mr. Black could make a quick and thorough recovery. This should be highlighted, and with the resources at his call if he claims the Black lordship, then your godfather will easily be able to afford the best treatment. The latter claim can be easily fought depending on you: do you wish for your treatment at the hands of your relatives to become known?"

Harry sat still and listened while Dodge spoke. He was impressed with the man having already started to plan for the custody battle. Harry himself had made some mental notes, but he had yet to write anything down or plan so in-depth.

"You can use the Dursley's abuse to make Sirius' claim stronger," Harry said decisively. "This will also help with my plan for Dumbledore; it will weaken his support as he allowed it and encouraged it to happen. If you need evidence, then you can probably call on Amelia Bones, Severus Snape, Filius Flitwick, and Poppy Pomfrey. There was also a private healer, Jordan Theon, who examined me last summer," Harry said, causing eyebrows to rise. Having the head of the DMLE backing him would really turn heads. Madam Bones was notorious in the Wizengamot for being incorruptible and exceptionally fair. She would always follow the law and see to it that justice was served.

"And when did you make the acquaintance of Madam Bones?" Ragnok asked, curiously raising a bushy eyebrow.

Harry smirked. "I'm rather close with her niece, Susan, lovely girl. She couldn't help but feel the need to tell her aunt about my relatives once she found out," Harry said, raising his eyebrows in faux innocence.

Dodge let out a low chuckle. "Oh, Mr. Potter, I think I shall like working with you," he said, his quill moving quickly as he made notes.

After that, the meeting continued and Harry found he had four days before the trial was due to start. The plan was for Dumbledore not to find out about the trial until the day it was scheduled, therefore he wouldn't be able to use his influence to get it tossed or to hide certain pieces of evidence. However, there was still a risk as Dumbledore was still Chief Warlock. Even if he only finds out on the day of, his influence of the light and neutral sects of the Wizengamot was immense.

Remembering what else he possessed in his trunk, Harry made a detour before leaving the bank. Although he couldn't keep Dumbledore out of his family vaults, the man would be unable to enter the Mortemis vault. After the long journey to the lowest and oldest vault, Harry stepped out of the cart. The vault was as deceptive in its appearance as Harry remembered. Placing his hands on the doors, Harry felt his magic surge before the doors clicked and opened silently. Walking in, Harry saw that the table which once held the three Hallows was empty at this time; just the book remained on its stand. Walking towards the table, Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew the stone. Looking at it, Harry watched as it seemed to glow in an internal fire, the reds and golds burning. He had no plans for using the stone, at least not until he had Tom back and was at a suitable age himself.

After leaving the bank, Harry went to the Leaky Cauldron and asked to hire a room for the week. Harry had no desire to return to the Dursleys and he hoped that their elation at his not returning home would stop them from contacting Dumbledore or Hogwarts. Harry didn't want to be dragged back by the old coot before he had a chance to get Sirius freed and bring to light his treatment at the Dursleys.

Thinking about Sirius led Harry to thinking about Remus; he had always liked the werewolf but his relationship with him has never been as close as Harry's had been with Sirius. The werewolf had been too wary of letting him in and then he had been too caught up in his grief over Sirius and his relationship with Tonks.

Harry thought that Remus would probably benefit from a letter, warning him about what was to come. Harry also wondered what the wolf was up to now; as as far as Harry knew, he had been abandoned by the light and Dumbledore after the last war and left to flounder up until he had been hired in Harry's 3rd year. If Harry played it right, he had a theory about the wolf and how he could gain another potential ally.

Mr. Lupin,

I know you will probably be wondering why I am writing to you, but I would prefer not to talk about such matters through parchment.

I would very much like to meet you and, if you're agreeable, be at the Leaky Cauldron at noon tomorrow. I will know you.

Sincerely,

Harry J Potter.

Harry sat, waiting for the wolf to appear. He had asked for a table near the back, but he planned on taking Remus up to his room to ensure that they had privacy for their conversation.

Harry watched as people came in and out of the bar and at exactly noon, Remus walked in. The wolf looked tired, his robes patched and faded. Harry walked up to him slowly, making sure Remus saw his approach.

"Harry?" Remus asked, his voice full of shock and awe.

"Mr. Lupin," Harry greeted warmly. A beat of silence fell, then Harry said, "I'm staying upstairs. Please follow me so that we might talk in privacy."

Remus nodded mutely. He had been blown away by the boy's appearance: his emerald green eyes seemed to glow in his delicate face. He looked a lot like Lily, but he had traditional pureblood features mixed in.

Leading the way, Harry walked up the stairs and entered his temporary accommodation.

Remus followed him, looking around the room and taking in the mountain of books. "You like to read, then?" he asked awkwardly.

"Yes - it's sort of a requirement, being a Ravenclaw," Harry said.

Remus seemed to startle slightly. "You're a Ravenclaw?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry said.

Remus seemed to nod slightly. "I see. I did always think Lily would have done well as a 'Claw," Remus said.

Harry smiled, Remus always did try to see the best in everything. "I heard she was quite good at Charms."

"So Harry, not that I am not pleased - exceptionally so, at that - to see you, but your letter said you wanted to speak to me," Remus said. "I didn't even think you knew I existed, let alone have reason to speak to me."

"Mr. Lupin—"

"Please, call me Remus or Moony," Remus interrupted.

"Remus, then. I thought you should find out from me, rather than the papers or somebody else, that I have been working alongside a law wizard in order to have Sirius Black freed," Harry said

Remus seemed to startle at the name and his eyes flashed momentarily. "Why, Harry?" he asked, anguished.

Harry felt for the man; that night, not only did he lose his only friends, but he thought he had been betrayed - and he had, just not by Sirius.

Harry gently led the shocked man to a chair and, flicking his wand against the sign on the door, asked for tea to be brought up.

"Remus, I would like you to listen to me while I talk," Harry explained, going into detail about finding Peter and how he 'remembered that night'.

"So he was innocent?" Remus asked in an anguished voice, thinking about how Sirius had been forced to suffer for ten years as an innocent.

"Yes, Remus. Sirius is innocent," Harry said.

"Oh, God," Remus said, literally collapsing into himself. "I just abandoned him, how could I just abandon him? And you, Harry, I let you be taken, my cub, I just left," Remus said, mumbling as he spilled his guilt.

As he spoke, Harry felt something in him click. The situation had always made him feel off in his past life, yet it took Remus' words to actually shift something in Harry, making it easy for him to connect the dots. Making sure to keep his voice even, Harry asked, "Remus, after that night, did you try to find me or talk to Sirius?"

Harry watched as Remus shook his head. "No, I-I don't know. Why, Harry? I have no excuses," he said. "I would have never abandoned you, you were my cub. But I did and I don't know why!" he practically wailed.

Harry felt his anger build as his suspicions mounted. "Remus, I think it would be really beneficial for you to see a healer," Harry said slowly.

Remus cringed. "Harry, most healers won't even look at me—"

"This healer will not care you're a werewolf, Moony," Harry interrupted.

"Ho-how did you know?" Remus asked.

"My memory is amazing, remember?" Harry lied, using that excuse. Knocking interrupted them. Before the door opened and a server brought in the tea Harry had ordered, reaching into his pocket, Harry gave the young man a few sickles before pouring himself and Remus a cup each.

"Oh, yes, I had forgotten. But, either way Harry, I don't see why I need to see a healer," Remus said, cradling the tea cup.

Harry sighed. "I know this will be hard to hear, but I think it will be beneficial for you to listen to me before you speak," Harry said.

Remus looked at the small boy. The ominous words had been spoken so softly and with such a serious tone that he felt like crying again. He wondered at the life the boy had that made his emerald eyes look so old.

"Okay, Harry," he said.

Harry considered his words before he spoke; he had prepared a speech of sorts to give to people if and when they wondered about his life.

"Everything started the night my parents died. As you know, that's when Sirius found out Peter had betrayed them and he went after him, leaving me with Hagrid who took me to Dumbledore. When Dumbledore had me, he placed on me a series of magical blocks. These blocks were removed last summer when I found out about the magical world," Harry said, stopping when he saw Moony's eyes flash at the mention of magical blocks. Placing such blocks on children in particular can cause serious problems to both their physical and magic growth; to place them on a baby is not only cruel but dangerous.

After a few second, Remus seemed to calm down and Harry continued. "I don't know why he placed these block on me or what his purpose was, but afterwards Dumbledore placed me with my mother's sister and her husband. I grew up with my muggle aunt and uncle despising anything different, abnormal. I was a freak to them and they begrudged being forced to take me in," Harry explained softly.

Remus watched as Harry spoke, his feelings of guilt, anger, and sadness all threatening to overwhelm him. He felt awful about abandoning his cub and he easily picked up on what Harry was not saying about his relatives' treatment of him, which made Moony want to rip free of his control and find the muggles who would dare to harm his cub.

"I grew up unloved, but it could have been worse. When I re-entered this world, I had no idea magic was real. I replied to my Hogwarts letter, but I honestly wasn't sure if it was real or just a joke. The first thing I did was go to Gringotts as I had overheard people talking about me and my parents and I wondered if they had left me anything. When I was there they performed a blood inheritance ritual and they found the blocks and compulsions Dumbledore had placed on me; my Hogwarts letter was doused with them. I paid to have them lifted and claimed my heirships. I also found out that Dumbledore had been taking money from the Potter family vault as he named himself my magical guardian," Harry finished.

Remus sat stone still as he fought control - never before had Moony felt so close to ripping free. With shaky hands, he placed his cup down and breathed deeply. "...And you think he's placed me under some of these compulsions?" he asked.

Harry nodded slightly. "Yes, the out of character actions after that night make me think that it's possible. Like you said, you wouldn't have abandoned me or Sirius normally."

Remus exhaled loudly. "Merlin! I just-I can't-why?"

"I have no clue. Dumbledore seems to like games - this year he tried to draw me in for something. What his goals are and why, I couldn't guess to, but I do know this he is a master manipulator and he's got the whole world fooled," Harry said.

"I can't believe this," Remus said, causing Harry to stiffen as he thought the man was doubting him.

Seeing this reaction, Remus went on to explain, "No, I believe you. I just can't wrap my head around how that man's fooled the world. Why would he do this?"

"I don't know and I doubt we will ever truly find out - but I will try anyway," Harry said.

"Merlin, Harry, I don't even know what to say," Remus said, running his hand through his hair shakily.

"It's okay, Remmy," Harry said, walking closer to the man and resting his hand on his knee, offering comfort.

"Of course I will go to the goblins and look for compulsions," Remus said after a few moments of collecting himself.

"Good. I can come with you if you like," Harry offered.

"I - yes, please," Remus said, his voice still shaking as he thought about all the implications this would have - if Dumbledore really was manipulating the entire world.

Harry stood and offered the wolf a small smile before he went and grabbed a cloak for himself.

Walking, Harry didn't speak as they made their way through the summer crowds. Once they reached the bank, Remus looked around slightly, and Harry remembered how biased the creature laws were. Remus was not even permitted to have a proper vault here due to ministry legislation.

Remus looked at Harry with shocked eyes when he saw how the boy walked with confidence through the bank, nodding his head at the goblins before slipping out of a side door. Following Harry, Remus nodded his head warily at the goblins.

"You do know what you're doing, right, Harry?" Remus whispered as they walked further into the bank.

Harry smiled. "Yes, don't worry - I promise everything will be fine," Harry assured.

Remus nodded and kept walking until they finally came to Ragnok's office. Harry nodded to the guards and knocked. Entering, Harry motioned for Remus to follow.

"Harry, you've brought a friend to see me," Ragnok commented, looking Remus up and down once quickly.

"Ragnok, this is a Remus Lupin. He was friends with my parents and a good friend to my godfather. I thought it would be beneficial for him to learn about Sirius from me before the trial so he might offer Sirius support," Harry said.

Ragnok sent the wolf another look. "Indeed," he said, before turning back to Harry, "and he will keep this information to himself? You know the risks if certain parties find out before the date."

Remus was shocked by the interaction between the two; the goblin was being practically polite to Harry by their standards. He wondered what Harry had done to earn their respect.

"Remus will not tell anybody. In fact, I brought him here in order for you to have him checked for compulsions," Harry said.

"I see," Ragnok said before turning Remus again. "Tell me, Mr. Lupin, what will you do if it's found you are under compulsions?" he asked.

"I honestly do not know. Part of me wants to rip Dumbledore apart for what he's done to Harry and another part of me wants to take him and run. He is a powerful adversary to have and, even though Harry has shown me in the short time I've seen him that he is a strong and resilient boy, he is just that, a boy, a child. I just want what's best for him - and for Sirius to be freed," Remus said.

Ragnok considered the wolf. "And if you have no compulsions? If your actions have been your own wolf? What then?"

"I will still want those things. If my actions are my own, I want to make up for them. I will make up for them even if Dumbledore hasn't compelled me," Remus said.

Ragnok nodded. "Very well, let us discuss price."

Harry watched with interest as Ragnok spoke and he could practically see Remus' magic swirling as guilt rolled off him in waves. "50 galleons," Harry said.

Remus flinched slightly at the price, but Harry ignored it. He would pay for the wolf as he knew how much he struggled and, really, the compulsions were because of Harry.

Ragnok smiled toothily. "Not a knut under 80."

"60," Harry haggled.

"65 and we will call it even," Ragnok said.

Harry nodded. "Take it from my account," he instructed.

Remus opened his mouth to protest at this. But before he could speak, Harry cut him off. "Really, Remus? This entire thing is because of me. You will let me pay," he said.

"But Harry—" the wolf started.

"No. You can pay me back by helping me with Sirius," he said.

Ragnok clicked his fingers and sent for a healer.

Harry turned to Remus. "The process isn't that painful, and hopefully will not take you long. If you like, I can wait for you or you can go home and meet me tomorrow at the Leaky Cauldron. I'll be staying there until Sirius' trial," Harry said.

Remus considered this and spoke, "I'll see you tomorrow. I can sort out some things and get a room at the Leaky Cauldron until the trial. Then we can spend some time getting to know each other and I will feel better about you being without adult supervision."

"Okay," Harry agreed as healer Mauve walked in. Harry wasn't surprised to see her as it had been her who had cleansed him in his last life.

Remus left with the goblin healer quickly after that, leaving Harry alone with Ragnok.

"You trust the wolf," Ragnok said, making it a statement rather than a question.

"Yes," Harry said. "In my last life we were never overly close, but I always respected and cared for him. I trust he will do what I need for himself and Sirius."

"It could be good for Sirius' custody case - having another adult around for stability. However, wizards are nothing if not cruel. His being a werewolf will be an issue. You must be prepared for that," Ragnok said.

"I know," Harry agreed. "But it will also send a sign: it will show the world that I don't agree with the way they treat werewolves. Remus is one of the best people I know and knew in the past. Having it clear now that I don't agree will work well in the future; I plan to make things better and getting it out there now will be beneficial for building bridges later. Although his influence in the werewolf community is small, it could be useful."

"I see, you've thought about this," Ragnok acknowledged.

"I'm trying to plan ahead," Harry said in a wry voice. "He should also be a calming influence on Sirius, which is a benefit."

"And if the critics use his creature status to weaken Sirius' claim?" Ragnok asked.

"Then they show their hand and loose Remus' support; they come out of this looking like the bad guys," Harry smirked.

"I'm impressed," Ragnok said as the door opened. Healer Maeve opened the door then and entered.

"Mr. Lupin is asleep. His results left him upset and I gave him something to calm himself. He is currently sleeping," Maeve said.

"So he was dosed?" Harry asked.

Maeve gave him a look. "I cannot discuss a patient's health with you, Little Lord."

"I understand," Harry said. "Thank you for helping him."

"It is my duty and honour to help those who need it," Maeve said.

Eventually Harry left after passing a few more minutes talking to the couple. He told them of his plans for Sirius and bringing him in for a medical scan as soon as he could. Seeing how he had to wait for Remus, Harry wandered back to the Leaky Cauldron, making sure to keep his hood up as he strolled.

Wandering past Flourish and Blotts, Harry saw something that made him do a double take. Two weeks today, apparently 'The Great' Gilderoy Lockhart would be in store, signing his latest book. Harry snorted - he had forgotten about that peacock. He wondered if he would still be hired before another stray thought hit - Tom's diary. The expletives Harry let out would have made Phineas Black proud.

Returning to his room, Harry knew he needed to be in Diagon Alley in two weeks. He needed that book.

Sitting there, Harry was drawn out of his thoughts by the tapping of an owl. Letting in the fluffy bird, Harry watched as Hedwig puffed up in response before they greeted each other. Harry had felt bad for his old friend; this year he had no reason for the bird, however he did try to visit her when he could.

Taking the letter from the delivery bird, Harry gave him a few treats and saw that Neville had written to him.

Hey Harry,

So how's your summer so far? My gran has been trying to get me some tutors for Charms and Transfiguration.

She said that you're welcome to come over whenever you want, for as long as you like. I think she's proud of the fact I'm you're friend, to be honest.

I don't think she can actually believe the fact that I have three whole friends; she always did think I was "a bit soft".

But she's been nicer this summer. So please come soon!

And remember, if you need anything this summer, just write.

Neville

Harry smiled at the letter; Neville really was a good friend. Grabbing a piece of parchment, Harry wrote a reply.

Hey Neville,

I'm glad your summer is going okay. Mine has been interesting; I promise that I will tell you all about it soon - in person!

It probably won't be until next week, but I will see you soon.

And take your own advice; I'm always here if you want to talk.

Harry

Waiting for Remus the next day, Harry was anxious to see the changes in the wolf. What he got was not what he expected. Remus looked healthy; at least, he looked healthier than Harry had ever seen. His normally wan skin looked healthy, his scars were less pronounced, his hair was thicker, and the grey dramatically reduced.

"So I take it your health visit revealed some things?" Harry said after Remus followed him up to his room.

Remus looked at the small boy and snorted. "You have your mother's gift for the understatement, Harrison," Remus said, sitting down.

"You know my name?" Harry asked, shocked. Nobody had ever called him Harrison.

"I helped your mother pick it. Your father wanted Harold, but she was determined not to settle you with 'an old man name'," Remus said.

"I've never been called anything but Harry. Well, for a few years I was Freak or Boy, but never Harrison," Harry admitted. He liked his name, but it was foreign to him. Even after everything he had done since coming back, he still felt like Harry. He wasn't yet Harrison - then again, Harry thought with a flinch, would Harry have really turned Hermione into the shell she was now?

Remus flinched. "Your relatives - Petunia?" he asked, mistaking Harry's flinch about Hermione for one about his relatives.

"A rather unpleasant woman," Harry said, focusing back on Remus.

"You're a peculiar eleven year old," Remus said. Harry's scent was full of mixed emotions, unusual for a child.

"So what happened with your results?" Harry eventually asked.

Remus held in his flinch and closed his eyes; Moony has been more active in the last 24 hours than he had ever been before. Seeing his reaction, Harry moved closer and offered Remus a half hug. "Mine were bad," Harry said, "we can swap one for one."

Remus pulled Harry into the hug and breathed in his scent to calm his wolf. Harry stiffened slightly at the contact. He hadn't been hugged by an adult like this, not in this life and not in his last. Every hug back then had a motive; this one was purely for them.

"The test said that the compulsions started back when I was eleven," Remus said. "He wanted me to be submissive, to keep my wolf down and to trust him - always."

"He wanted me to be just like my dad - he even placed a glamour on me. He wanted somebody he could mould and manipulate."

"I had a slow acting poison in my system. I would have died," Remus admitted.

"I think that's what he wanted me to do. He wants me for something, all year he was hinting at something..." Harry said, making sure his voice sounded confused.

Remus smelt the emotions. Harry didn't smell confused; he wasn't lying, but there was a slight scent of deception.

After a few minutes, Remus released Harry from the half hug. "What are we going to do about him? What if he's done this to everybody? If it's been going on for 20 years why not longer?"

Harry sighed. He didn't want to talk about everything yet, so he settled with, "Then we will deal with it, but first we need to help Sirius. He's innocent and without him, I haven't got a chance at getting away from Dumbledore or the Dursleys."

"They hurt you," Remus said, the low growl in his voice alerting Harry to how much anger he felt.

"I'm okay, Remmy, I will never go back to them - not without a fight," Harry said.

"How bad?" he asked faintly.

"A few scars, broken bones, missed meals," Harry said.

"Never again," Remus promised. "Even if we have to run, I will never let you go through that again."

Harry smiled at the softly spoken vow. He believed the wolf; his sincerity. For the first time in both lives, Harry fully believed.

AN: Big thank you to my Beta reader miisticalwrites for taking the time to check this for me!

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