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December 22nd arrived with a flurry of excitement and anticipation. The New Marauders, minus Fred and George, gathered their belongings and made their way to the Hogwarts Express, ready to head home for the Christmas holidays. The atmosphere on the platform was electric, filled with laughter and chatter as students reunited with friends and prepared for the journey.
Harry, Lana, Zatanna, Neville, Tonks, Daphne, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, Pamela, Tracey, and Harley found a compartment together, eager to share stories and plans for the break. The train whistle blew, and with a lurch, the Hogwarts Express began its journey southward.
As the countryside whizzed past, they settled into their seats, the warmth of the compartment contrasting with the frosty landscape outside.
"Finally, a break from all the chaos," Neville said with a sigh of relief.
"Don't get too comfortable," Tonks teased. "I bet there's more chaos waiting for us at home."
Harry chuckled, glancing around at his friends. "Whatever happens, we'll handle it. We always do."
Daphne leaned back, her expression thoughtful. "It's been quite a term, hasn't it? I can't wait to see what next year brings."
Hermione nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "But for now, let's enjoy Christmas. We deserve a bit of a break."
They spent the journey sharing stories, laughing, and making plans for the holidays. The camaraderie and bond they had built over the term were evident, and it was clear that they had become more than just friends—they were a family.
As the train neared King's Cross Station, they began gathering their things, preparing to disembark. The anticipation of seeing their families and celebrating Christmas filled the air, making the journey even more special.
When the train finally pulled into the station, they stepped off, greeted by a sea of familiar faces. Parents and guardians waved, and there were joyful reunions all around.
Harry spotted his mum, Lily, waiting with open arms. He ran over, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Hi, Mum."
"Hi, sweetheart," Lily replied, her eyes filled with love.
James grinned and pulled Harry into a hug. "We're taking you home, Harry. You deserve a break, and we have a special surprise waiting for you."
Lily exchanged a knowing look with James. "Trust us, you're going to love it."
They made their way from King's Cross to the British Ministry of Magic, where a Portkey transported them to MACUSA in New York. After a brief stop there, they Apparated to Smallville, arriving at the Potter Farm. The journey was filled with laughter and light-hearted conversation, making the time pass quickly.
As they approached the farmhouse, Harry noticed the comforting smell of baking. "What's that smell?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Lily smiled mysteriously. "You'll see."
Entering the cozy kitchen, they found Rose Potter, Harry's younger sister, holding a recipe book and reading instructions aloud. Beside her was Sera-Vex, who now had a physical body, her hands covered in flour as she tried to follow Rose's directions.
Rose looked up and beamed when she saw Harry. "Welcome home, big brother! We're just making a cake. Sera-Vex is learning how to bake."
Harry's eyes widened in shock and delight. "Sera-Vex? You have a body now!"
Sera-Vex, who looked remarkably like Lily and could easily pass for her twin from a distance, turned and smiled warmly at Harry. "It's good to see you, Harry. Your sister is quite the teacher."
Harry's surprise turned into pure joy. "This is incredible! I never thought I'd see you like this, Sera-Vex."
Lily chuckled. "It's a new skill she's picking up. We thought it would be a fun way to spend some time together."
James clapped Harry on the back. "Why don't you help them out? It's not every day you get to bake with a Kryptonian."
Harry eagerly joined them in the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves and diving into the cake-making process. Lana and Zatanna watched with amusement, offering occasional tips and enjoying the cheerful atmosphere.
As the cake baked in the oven, the family and their friends gathered around the table, sharing stories and catching up. Sera-Vex, despite her newness to the world of baking, found joy in the simple, everyday activity and the camaraderie it brought.
When the cake was finally ready, the group celebrated with slices of the delicious creation. Harry couldn't stop smiling, feeling a warmth and contentment that only came from being surrounded by loved ones. It was a perfect reminder of the simple pleasures in life and the strength of the bonds that held them together.
As the evening drew to a close, Harry looked around at his family and friends, feeling deeply grateful. "This is the best surprise ever," he said, his voice filled with genuine happiness.
Lily hugged him tightly. "We're glad you think so, Harry. We all need moments like these to remind us of what really matters."
The Potter Farm, with its warmth and love, was a haven where they could recharge and face whatever challenges lay ahead. For now, they basked in the joy of being together, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other.
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Christmas morning dawned crisp and bright at the Potter Farm, the air filled with the festive cheer of the holiday season. Harry, surrounded by his family, was brimming with excitement as he thought about the gifts he had sent to his friends back at Hogwarts.
Having worked tirelessly with the 'New Marauders', Harry had designed special communication bracelets, courtesy of Marauder Inc., as Christmas presents for his friends. The bracelets were enchanted to allow them to communicate instantly with each other, no matter where they were, ensuring they could always stay in touch.
Back at Hogwarts, Hermione woke early, eager to see what Christmas gifts awaited her. She quickly made her way to the common room, where the rest of the Gryffindor students were gathered around the Christmas tree. Among the brightly wrapped presents, one caught her eye—a small package with her name on it, sent by Harry.
Meanwhile, over at the Greengrass home, Daphne and her cousin Harley were opening their presents together. Daphne spotted a package that stood out among the others, marked with Harry's distinctive handwriting.
Pamela, staying with her grandaunt Muriel, was pleasantly surprised to find a similar package waiting for her under the tree. Susan and Hannah, spending Christmas at the Bones residence, and Tracey, celebrating at home, also discovered identical gifts from Harry.
At Hogwarts, the Weasley twins, Fred and George, along with their younger brother Ron, were up to their usual antics. However, their playful banter was momentarily paused when they each found a small package from Harry among their presents. Percy, who had stayed behind at Hogwarts as well, received one too, though he eyed it with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
As each of Harry's friends unwrapped their gifts, they found beautifully crafted bracelets inside, each one engraved with the emblem of Marauder Inc. The bracelets shimmered with enchantments, promising a blend of magic and utility.
Hermione, examining her bracelet closely, found a note from Harry explaining its functions. "Dear Hermione," it read, "I hope you like this gift. These bracelets are enchanted to let us communicate instantly, no matter where we are. Just tap the emblem and think of the person you want to talk to. Happy Christmas! Love, Harry."
The other recipients found similar notes in their packages, each personalized with a message from Harry. Daphne and Harley were particularly impressed by the craftsmanship of the bracelets, while Pamela admired the blend of magic and technology.
Susan and Hannah, thrilled by the thoughtful gift, immediately tried out the bracelets, marveling at how they could send messages with just a thought. Tracey, who had always appreciated Harry's ingenuity, was delighted by the practicality of the gift.
Fred and George, always up for a bit of fun, quickly realized the potential for mischief with the bracelets. Ron, though initially bewildered by the gift, soon appreciated the ease with which he could now stay in touch with his friends.
Even Percy, who had initially been wary, couldn't help but be impressed by the advanced magic imbued in the bracelets. Though he would never admit it, he was grateful for the thoughtfulness behind Harry's gift.
As the day went on, the friends exchanged messages, their laughter and excitement echoing across the magical network created by the bracelets. Harry, back at the Potter Farm, received a flurry of grateful messages from his friends, each one expressing their joy and appreciation.
The communication bracelets, a symbol of their bond and Harry's ingenuity, brought the group closer together, even when miles apart. It was a Christmas gift that promised to keep them connected, no matter the distance, and strengthen the friendships that meant so much to Harry.
As the festive day drew to a close, Harry felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that his gift had brought happiness to his friends. It was a perfect Christmas, filled with love, laughter, and the joy of giving.
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James reached for a beautifully wrapped box hidden at the back of the tree and handed it to Harry, his eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and anticipation. "Harry, this is a very special gift," he began, his voice carrying a tone of solemnity. "It's a tradition in our family that this cloak be passed down from father to son. Today, it's yours."
Harry opened the box to reveal the shimmering fabric of the Potter Family Invisibility Cloak. He ran his fingers over the smooth material, feeling the magic thrumming beneath the surface. "Thanks, Dad," he said, but there was a hesitance in his voice.
He looked up at James, his brow furrowed. "I appreciate this, really, but I don't need it. I can move faster than the eye can see. Besides, maybe you should give it to Rose instead of me."
James's smile faltered slightly, and Lily, who had been watching from the side, stepped forward, her expression firm. "Harry, you are our son. You are as much a part of this family as Rose is. Being blood-adopted doesn't make you any less a Potter."
Harry's gaze flicked between his parents, noting the sincerity in their eyes. "But I'm not your biological child. Rose is. She should have it."
Sera-Vex, who had been standing nearby, stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, you are as much my child as you are theirs. Family goes beyond blood."
James placed a hand on Harry's other shoulder, his grip reassuring. "Harry, family isn't just about blood. You are our son in every way that matters. This cloak is yours because you are a Potter, through and through."
Lily nodded, her eyes softening as she spoke. "When we blood-adopted you, it wasn't just a magical formality. It was a commitment of love. You are as much our child as Rose is. This cloak is part of your heritage, and you deserve it."
Harry looked at the cloak again, the significance of the gift finally sinking in. He realized how much it meant to his parents, not just as a family tradition, but as a symbol of their love and acceptance. "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll cherish it."
Lily hugged Harry tightly, whispering, "We love you, Harry. Never doubt that."
James joined the embrace, wrapping his arms around both of them. "You're a Potter, Harry. Always."
Rose, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, bounded over and joined the hug, making the family circle complete. "We're all Potters," she declared with the confidence of a child who knew she was loved.
Lana and Zatanna, witnessing the scene, exchanged smiles, feeling the warmth and unity of the Potter family. Sera-Vex watched with a proud smile, her heart full seeing her son surrounded by such love and acceptance.
It was a Christmas moment that underscored the true meaning of family, love, and belonging. Harry, holding the Invisibility Cloak, felt a deep sense of gratitude and pride, knowing that he was exactly where he belonged.
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Back at Hogwarts, in the quiet and dimly lit room where the Mirror of Erised was kept, Albus Dumbledore stood alone, gazing into its depths. The mirror, with its ornate frame and ancient aura, reflected not just his physical appearance, but the deepest desire of his heart.
In the reflection, Dumbledore saw a vision of a united Wizarding World, free from the shadows of dark magic. Witches and wizards of all backgrounds stood together, their wands raised in solidarity, their faces illuminated with hope and trust. The once divided and fearful magical society was now harmonious, working together for a brighter future.
But within this vision, there were subtler, darker undertones. The image also hinted at Dumbledore's tendency to keep secrets, to control information and events from behind the scenes. His greatest desire was marred by the recognition that his need for secrecy and control had alienated him from those he cared about and made him wary of trusting others fully.
As Dumbledore studied the reflection, he saw himself at the center of this united world, his influence and guidance still pivotal. Yet, the mirror also revealed his missed connections—the friends and allies who had grown distant due to his secretive nature and the burdens he had chosen to carry alone.
Dumbledore sighed, the weight of his years and the complexity of his choices pressing heavily on his shoulders. The mirror showed him a world he longed for, but also reminded him of the cost of his aspirations and the personal sacrifices he had made along the way.
He reached out, his fingers brushing the cold surface of the mirror. "If only," he murmured to himself, knowing that the path to his vision required more than just dreams. It required trust, openness, and a willingness to let go of the reins he held so tightly.
Dumbledore's thoughts turned to his plans that had not come to fruition, especially those involving Harry Potter. He had orchestrated a specific set of conditions for Harry's upbringing and education, intending to mold the boy into a selfless hero. He wanted Harry to attend Potions classes with Severus Snape, believing that Snape's harsh treatment would chip away at Harry's self-confidence, instilling a sense of humility and self-sacrifice.
Yet, things had not gone according to plan. Harry Potter had moved and been raised in America by his parents, away from the direct influence Dumbledore had intended. Other children, too, had moved to America with their families in the aftermath of the war against Voldemort, further disrupting his carefully laid plans. The network of influence and control Dumbledore had hoped to maintain over these young witches and wizards had been fractured.
The absence of Harry and others from Hogwarts had left a gap in Dumbledore's strategy. He lamented the loss of opportunities to shape their destinies, to prepare them for the sacrifices he believed were necessary to secure a peaceful future. His plans to create a hero willing to lay down his life for the greater good seemed increasingly uncertain.
Another plan that had failed was his attempt to make Ron Weasley Harry's best friend. Dumbledore had hoped that the Weasleys, especially Molly, known for their loyalty to him, would limit Harry's interaction with his peers, making it easier to shape his worldview. However, Harry had a great number of friends from home already attending Hogwarts with him. Although he was friendly with Ron, he wasn't best friends with him, preferring to interact more with his brothers Fred and George, who even their mother had no control over.
Moreover, Harry had managed to make friends with students from other houses, including Slytherin. He even influenced Ron to think that not all Slytherins were bad, undermining the years Molly Weasley had spent instilling a distrust of Slytherin in her children. This broader acceptance and network of friendships made it difficult for Dumbledore to isolate Harry and shape him into the self-sacrificing hero he envisioned.
Another unexpected twist was Harry being sorted into Ravenclaw rather than Gryffindor, despite both his parents and his godparents having been Gryffindors. Dumbledore had counted on Harry being in Gryffindor, where he could be more easily influenced and guided by those who shared similar values and loyalties. Ravenclaw's emphasis on knowledge and individual thought posed a challenge to Dumbledore's plans, as it fostered a different kind of independence in Harry.
Then there was the shocking discovery of Voldemort on the second day of the school year. Dumbledore had known that Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort and had used the Philosopher's Stone as bait to draw Voldemort to Hogwarts. He wanted to test whether Harry, as the child of prophecy, was on the right path. However, Voldemort was found out so quickly, due to a prank, that it poured water over those plans. Dumbledore suspected Fred and George Weasley were behind it, but it was actually orchestrated by Harry and his friends, a fact unknown to Dumbledore.
The final nail in the coffin for Dumbledore's plans was the theft of the Philosopher's Stone itself, a mystery that remained unsolved. He still didn't know how it was stolen or who stole it—Harry and his friends were responsible, but Dumbledore was unaware of this fact. The embarrassment Nicholas Flamel put him through in the aftermath of the theft—a howler sent in the Great Hall in front of all the students, followed by articles in the Quibbler and the Daily Prophet—led to Dumbledore receiving mail lambasting him for his actions. On top of that, Flamel refused to reveal who had the Stone currently or who had stolen it.
Standing before the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore felt a pang of regret. His desire for control and his willingness to manipulate others for what he believed was the greater good had cost him dearly. The unity and peace he longed for seemed further away than ever, slipping through his fingers like sand.
The reflection in the mirror was a stark reminder of his failures and the consequences of his actions. Dumbledore knew that he had to find a new way forward, one that embraced trust and collaboration rather than secrecy and manipulation. The path to a united Wizarding World was fraught with challenges, but he resolved to face them with a renewed sense of openness and humility.
With a heavy heart, Dumbledore turned away from the Mirror of Erised, determined to learn from his mistakes and forge a new path toward the future he so desperately desired.
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Meanwhile, back in Smallville, the Potter family, along with Lana Lang, Zatanna Zatara, and Sera-Vex, were gathered around the dinner table for Christmas dinner. The cozy dining room was filled with the warm glow of fairy lights and the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. A beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood in the corner, its twinkling lights reflecting off the tinsel and ornaments.
James Potter carved the roast turkey with practiced ease, his laughter mingling with the chatter and occasional bursts of song from the enchanted radio playing festive tunes in the background. Lily Potter passed around the side dishes, her eyes twinkling with happiness as she watched Harry and his friends animatedly discuss their latest magical exploits.
"Pass the gravy, please," Harry requested, reaching across the table. He wore a broad smile, the happiness of the season evident on his face. His cousin Lana handed him the gravy boat with a grin.
Just as Harry was about to pour the gravy, there was a knock on the door. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone glancing at each other in curiosity.
"I'll get it," James said, setting down his carving knife and heading to the door.
He opened it to find Sirius Black, Marlene McKinnon, and their four-year-old daughter, Lyra, standing on the doorstep. Sirius had a wide grin on his face, and Lyra clutched a small, wrapped present in her hands, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Sirius!" James exclaimed, pulling his old friend into a warm hug. "Come in, come in! Marlene, Lyra, it's so good to see you!"
"Happy Christmas, James," Sirius said, stepping inside and shaking the snow off his cloak. "We couldn't miss out on the Potter family Christmas."
Lily came to the door, her face lighting up at the sight of their unexpected guests. "Marlene! Lyra! Welcome! Please, come in and make yourselves at home."
Lyra, still holding her present, looked up at Lily with wide eyes. "Happy Christmas, Aunt Lily!"
"Happy Christmas, Lyra," Lily replied, bending down to give the little girl a hug. "What a lovely surprise!"
As the Black family entered the warm, festive dining room, they were greeted with cheers and hugs from everyone. Harry beamed as he saw his godfather. "Sirius! I'm so glad you could make it!"
Sirius ruffled Harry's hair affectionately. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, kiddo."
Marlene and Lily exchanged warm hugs, and Lyra shyly handed her present to Harry. "This is for you, Harry," she said, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
"Thank you, Lyra," Harry said, taking the gift and giving her a gentle hug. "I'll open it in a bit, okay?"
With the addition of their new guests, the table was quickly rearranged to accommodate everyone. Extra chairs were brought in, and more food was served. The room was filled with laughter and the sounds of clinking glasses as Sirius and Marlene settled in, sharing stories and catching up with the Potters and their friends.
Just as the room reached a crescendo of joy and chatter, there was another knock on the door. James exchanged a surprised look with Lily before hurrying to answer it.
He opened the door to find Frank and Alice Longbottom standing there, with their son Neville in tow. Frank held a basket filled with festive treats, and Alice had a bright smile on her face. Neville stood between them, looking a bit shy but excited.
"Frank! Alice! Neville! What a wonderful surprise!" James exclaimed, stepping aside to let them in. "Happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas, James," Frank replied, shaking his friend's hand warmly. "We thought we'd drop by and join the festivities."
Lily appeared at the door, her eyes lighting up. "Alice! Frank! Neville! Come in, come in! This is such a lovely surprise!"
Alice embraced Lily. "Happy Christmas, Lily! We wouldn't miss celebrating with you all."
Neville, clutching a small wrapped gift, shyly handed it to Lily. "Happy Christmas, Aunt Lily," he said softly.
Lily's heart melted as she took the gift. "Thank you, Neville. That's very sweet of you."
As the Longbottoms entered the dining room, they were greeted with cheers and hugs. The table was quickly expanded to accommodate the new arrivals, and more plates and cutlery were brought out. The room was filled with even more warmth and joy as the Longbottoms settled in, adding their own stories and laughter to the celebration.
Neville found a spot next to Harry, who greeted him with a friendly smile. "Hey, Neville! Glad you could make it."
"Thanks, Harry," Neville replied, relaxing a bit. "It's great to be here."
As the evening went on, the house was alive with the sounds of merriment. Frank and Alice shared stories of their latest adventures, while Neville found himself drawn into the fun, joining Lyra and the other children in their games.
Zatanna once again performed a bit of holiday magic, enchanting the room with floating snowflakes that shimmered and sparkled in the warm light. Lyra and Neville watched in awe, their faces glowing with delight.
The Potters, surrounded by their friends and loved ones, celebrated a Christmas dinner filled with love, laughter, and magic. It was a perfect night, a testament to the bonds that connected them all and the joy of sharing such special moments together.
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The next day, Harry, Neville, Lana, and Zatanna bundled up against the chill of the winter air and made their way to the Kent Farm next door. The snow crunched beneath their feet as they walked, their breath visible in the cold morning. The Kansas countryside was serene, the white blanket of snow reflecting the bright sunshine.
"Clarke is going to be so happy to see us," Lana said, her cheeks rosy from the cold. She was excited to catch up with their old friend.
"I wonder if he's gotten taller," Neville mused, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck. "He was always the tallest of us."
Harry chuckled. "Knowing Clarke, he probably has. It's been a while since we've seen him."
Zatanna smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I bet he's got some new stories to tell. Life on a farm must be full of interesting moments."
As they approached the Kent Farm, the familiar red barn and cozy farmhouse came into view. They could see Clarke's father, Jonathan, working outside, tending to the animals. He looked up and waved as they approached.
"Morning, kids! Clarke's inside. He'll be thrilled to see you," Jonathan called out, his breath visible in the cold air.
"Thanks, Mr. Kent," Harry replied with a wave. They made their way to the farmhouse, the smell of baking bread wafting through the air as they approached the door.
Lana knocked on the door, and after a moment, it swung open to reveal Martha Kent, Clarke's mother, with a warm smile on her face. "Well, look who it is! Come in, come in, you'll catch your death out there."
"Thank you, Mrs. Kent," Zatanna said as they all stepped inside, shaking off the cold.
"Clarke! Your friends are here!" Martha called into the house.
A moment later, Clarke appeared, a broad grin spreading across his face. "Hey, everyone! It's so good to see you!"
"Clarke!" they all chorused, rushing forward to greet him. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged, and the room was soon filled with excited chatter as they caught up with one another.
Clarke led them into the living room, where a roaring fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow. They settled into the comfortable chairs and sofas, the atmosphere cozy and inviting.
"So, how's life on the farm?" Harry asked, leaning forward with interest.
Clarke smiled. "It's been good. Busy, as always. Dad's got me helping out a lot more, but I don't mind. It's nice to be home for the holidays."
Lana nodded. "I bet. We missed you at the Christmas dinner last night."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Clarke said. "We had some family visiting, but I'm glad we can catch up now."
Neville looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. "I always loved coming here. It's so peaceful."
"It is," Zatanna agreed. "And the company is always great."
They were soon joined by Chloe Sullivan and Pete Ross, both childhood friends of the group. Chloe, always the inquisitive type, immediately began peppering Lana with questions.
"So, Lana, tell me more about that private school in Scotland. What's it like? I've heard it's pretty exclusive," Chloe said, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Lana exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Harry, Neville, and Zatanna. They were well-practiced in discussing Hogwarts without revealing its magical nature.
"It's very old and prestigious," Lana began, choosing her words carefully. "The school focuses a lot on traditions and a broad curriculum. We study a lot of subjects you wouldn't find in a typical school."
"Like what?" Pete asked, leaning in with interest.
"Well, there's a lot of emphasis on history, both ancient and modern," Neville chimed in. "And we have some really unique classes on... um, botany. You'd be amazed at some of the plants we study."
"And we do a lot of practical work," Zatanna added smoothly. "Field trips, hands-on projects—it's a very immersive experience."
Chloe nodded, clearly fascinated. "Sounds amazing. I wish I could visit sometime. It must be a beautiful place."
"It is," Harry agreed. "Very scenic, lots of old architecture. It's like stepping back in time."
As they chatted, Clarke observed the careful way his friends talked about their school, appreciating their skill in maintaining the secret. He knew about the wizarding world, having been close to Harry and the others for so long, but he respected their need for discretion.
"So, what have you two been up to?" Harry asked, turning the conversation towards Chloe and Pete.
"Not much, really," Pete said with a shrug. "School, sports, the usual. Chloe here has been busy with the school paper."
Chloe smiled proudly. "I've been investigating some interesting stories around town. You wouldn't believe the kind of things that happen here."
"Yeah, like what?" Zatanna asked, genuinely curious.
"Oh, just some strange occurrences," Chloe said with a mischievous grin. "But nothing I can't handle."
The group continued to chat and catch up, their laughter and camaraderie filling the cozy farmhouse. Despite the different paths their lives had taken, their friendship remained as strong as ever, bridging the gap between their worlds.
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