The dank, musty air of the Chamber of Secrets hung heavily, filled with a palpable haze of decay and dread. Shadows danced upon the ancient stone walls, cast by the flickering torchlight that barely illuminated the ghastly scene.

At the center of the chamber lay the colossal, lifeless form of the Basilisk, its massive jaws agape in a final, silent hiss. The great serpent's scaly body stretched out for what seemed like an eternity, coiled upon itself in a grotesque parody of slumber. Its soulless eyes, once capable of turning anyone who dared meet its gaze to stone, were now dull and lifeless, reflecting nothing but the cold finality of death.

Nearby, the desecrated corpse of Lucius Malfoy had begun to rot, his once-haughty features now distorted into a rictus of horror. His sightless eyes bulged from their sockets, frozen in an expression of pure, unadulterated terror. Maggots writhed within the folds of his expensive robes, feasting upon the putrid flesh beneath, and a foul stench of decay hung in the air.

However, the true focus of the grim display this time was the bound figure of Peter Pettigrew, suspended in the air by cruel jute ropes that bit deep into his flesh, birthing lacerations on his skin. Blood seeped into his tattered robes that hung onto his frame in shreds as if marred by countless lashes and curses. His unconscious visage was a mask of abject misery, etched with the lines of what looked like months of torment and deprivation. Dried blood caked his skin, the crimson trails of countless wounds crisscrossing his body like a gruesome work of the darkest of arts. His eyes were sunken in their lids, haunted by unspeakable horrors that had been inflicted on him in the past few hours.

The stench of death and despair permeated every corner of the chamber, portraying a sickly haze that seemed to leach the very life from the air itself. The shadows lengthened as if reaching out to embrace Pettigrew in their cold, eternal embrace, and the silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional drip of water from the damp walls and the ragged, wheezing breaths that escaped Pettigrew's cracked lips.

The heavy silence was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps, echoing ominously throughout the chamber. The figure of Harry Peverell emerged from the shadows, his face a mask of disgust and grim determination. He clutched a wand firmly in his grasp, its polished length glinting in the torchlight.

He regarded the rotting corpse of Lucius Malfoy for a few seconds before his gaze slowly shifted to the bound man who looked barely conscious. His eyes hardened with a mixture of hatred and righteous fury as he laid eyes on the man's broken form.

Harry had given the responsibility of dealing with Pettigrew to his former best friends. However, they did not have it in their souls to do what even they knew needed to be done. They had approached him after leaving, with a charmed jar that contained the rat, asking him to do what needed to be done. Harry had the perfect idea in mind.

It had been two days since Pettigrew had been here, and Harry fully intended to stretch the man's time as much as he could. No way would he get the Malfoy treatment.

He stepped closer, his black robes swaying behind him ominously. Flicking his wand, he slowly tilted Pettigrew's face upward, gazing into his unseeing eyes that were barely open. It looked as if the man had a severe case of drug overuse with the way he was looking right now.

"You had everything, Peter. But it was not enough for you, was it?" He asked slowly, his voice a deathly whisper as he twirled his wand from one side to another, watching the injuries he had inflicted on Pettigrew. "You know, I would have been a bit lenient with you… not too much, no… just a bit… if… if you had hesitated even a little bit. But that was too much to expect from a rat like you, hmm?"

A silent cutting curse shredded his clothes even further and Harry waved his wand dispassionately, his silent banishing charm taking them off, leaving Pettigrew clad in nothing but his innerwear. The boy was not as fat as his future self would have been, but he was already showing signs.

"I can see it, you know? Your reasons… you were never anything special, always under their shadows. James and Sirius were more popular, Remus was more intelligent, and you just kept following behind them like a little pet. At least that's what you always saw it as, right, Peter?" Harry asked softly. "I can see it very well. Your jealousy, your inferiority complex… it all must have slowly started to change how you think, right? And you slowly started to hate them… you hated them to the point where you even lost sense of what was right and what was wrong."

Harry kept walking around Peter, knowing the man could hear him even though he was delirious.

"You killed an innocent… a mudblood, as you called them. And you sold your soul to the devil… all for what? To show them that you were worth something without those you called friends? Is that all, Peter?" Harry asked slowly, and his voice took on a dangerous edge as he stepped closer, pushing his wand under Peter's chin and forcing him to look up into his ferally glaring eyes. "No, that's not all. You even asked… not, you extracted a promise that you will have a certain someone all to yourself, to do with as you pleased, right?"

His eyes glowed a shade of deathly emerald, killing intent rolling off him in waves as his murderous gaze bore down on the bound man.

"Your hatred for them was so massive, but even bigger was your lust for her," he whispered dangerously. "You know you have no chance with her, and this was the best way you could think of to get her, right? To hurt them the most, and to get what you wanted…"

Suddenly, Peter let out a loud wail as a chunk of his ear fell on the floor with a soft thud, blood squirting out of the injury as Harry flicked his wand, casting a silent cutting curse.

"You dared to see her with those eyes, Peter. You dared to plot against her. Don't try to hide anything. I have already seen everything you wanted to do to her, to satiate your filthy lust and to hurt them as much as you could," Harry growled. "You are a fucking swine, Peter. And you will suffer for it for all your remining life."

Peter's head fell forward, his chin against his chest and his unseeing eyes blearily staring at his feet. He whimpered in pain as the jute rope dug deeper into his skin and blood kept seeping out of his ear.

"Enjoy your time here, Peter," Harry whispered and flicked his wand. A glass cage appeared around the man, trapping him in place. He remained unaware of it, but only for a few seconds as multiple creatures suddenly appeared inside the cage, and even when he was in so much pain, he could not hold back a loud wail of fright.

Creatures ranging from bugs and worms of multiple kinds materialized out of nowhere and they started crawling and slithering around.

"You should like these," Harry called out mercilessly, and multiple rats appeared right after, jumping and darting about.

"We're not done," Harry continued, ignoring Peter's frantic cries and violent jerking which did nothing but agitate the creatures more and open further lacerations on his arms where the unforgiving jute dug in. On cue, multiple varieties of spiders and frogs appeared inside the cage, and it didn't take long for the creatures to engage in a battle for survival of their own. It was a proper food chain in there, after all.

"And finally," Harry hissed ominously, and multiple snakes appeared inside the cage, slithering around and hissing violently, unhappy to be pulled from their natural habitat. However, the sheer abundance of food all around them seemed to make them much more amicable to the setting and they too made themselves at home soon.

"They'll have their fun, and I hope they also include you. Don't worry, none are poisonous. Also, I've taken off the block so you can turn into your true form if you wish. I'd take care though, those snakes look like they love their rats," Harry called out.

Indeed, more and more rats replaced the dying ones as Harry lent even more magic to the habitat, ensuring the food chain kept working for a prolonged period of time.

"I'll be back for you in… well, I don't know when I'll get the time," Harry remarked, his voice utterly devoid of sympathy. "Try not to die until then, okay? I'd prefer if we had a few more sessions like this. You deserve it, after all."

Without a backward glance, Harry left a shrieking and gasping Peter Pettigrew to his devices, totally uncaring of whether he lived or perished. None would make him unhappy.

-Break-

A subdued group awaited Harry when he arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room and he joined them on the couch near the fireplace. James and Sirius sat together with Frank, with the Prewett twins standing by the fireplace and Remus sitting on his own in one of the chairs. Harry sighed and took the other chair, letting his gaze travel over the group.

"You guys knew this would've happened."

"Doesn't mean we've got to like it though," Sirius retorted. "Come on, Harry. How's it fair?"

"It isn't," he agreed. "But this was the best we could've hoped for, believe me. If you'd read the initial proposal, you would've fainted."

"It couldn't have been that bad, right?" Frank asked skeptically.

"Their initial proposal was to kill any werewolf on sight. When that was deemed too extreme, they proposed to designate spots in which werewolves could live and if any breached the boundary, they'd be killed on the spot. This, I believe, is much more tolerable compared to what they truly wanted," Harry replied in a curt voice.

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, disbelief etched on their faces.

"Have they gone mad!?"

"Heirs of pureblood families have been killed, James. You seriously expected them to sit tight and do nothing? The Minister also had no choice. She had to aid them or she would've been kicked out of her office in a heartbeat. The situation was so serious that even the houses which are considered traditionally light were in favor of strong legislations. Believe me, the stock of werewolves is at an all-time low right now, and what we have on our hands is the best we could've hoped for."

Remus was silent all the while, his mind awash with the revelations of the Wizengamot meeting in which the purebloods had decided the fate of an entire sub-species. Werewolves were wizards too, not creatures as everyone treated them, and to think that the Wizengamot believed they had the right to dictate how every werewolf should live did not sit right with him. This was persecution of the highest order, borderline genocidal, and much worse would have happened if not for Harry and several others who had managed to get rid of the more polarizing points of the bill.

Even then, he could see his life prospects end already. Werewolves were to be treated like people in concentration camps. They could hold no employment, which meant no money, which further meant no way to take care of themselves. It would encourage further crime which would give them and the aurors full right to take capital action against those who acted up. Additionally, being forced to register meant he could no longer continue at Hogwarts. No one would bear that. So far, Dumbledore had kept his secret and it was only because of the old wizard's benevolence that he was still calling this castle his home. However, now that he would be forced to register, his secret would be public and he would need to leave Hogwarts.

He eyed his friends who were no less troubled, undoubtedly thinking the same, and he shifted his gaze to Harry who gave him a sympathetic look. He averted his eyes, silently gritting his teeth. He hated it whenever someone looked at him with those eyes. It made him feel inferior in his skin and it was not a feeling he would wish on anyone.

Meanwhile, Harry could see the struggle plainly on Remus' face and he could not help but feel marginally guilty, for he was the reason why this had to happen. He had a decision to make – a massively hard one, and he had made it. Framing the werewolves to start this chain reaction was the best way to deal such a massive blow to Voldemort's cause before it could start and he believed firmly that he had succeeded.

However, it had come at a massive price. He couldn't care less about other werewolves, but Remus was one of the people he deeply cared for, in both timelines. He had become a friend in the past few months and it hurt to see things go south like this for him.

He had hoped that the Werewolf registry would remain private, accessible on demand just like the Animagus registry was, but the Wizengamot would not budge on that proposal. It was mandatory to have a full page in every edition of the Daily Prophet and all other newspapers and magazines in circulation to have the names and pictures of all the werewolves on record. They were leaving no stone unturned in their quest to ensure the public knew who was a werewolf and thus, someone to be wary of. There was truly no way to prevent Remus' secret from coming out.

"Look," Harry sighed. "I know this is not ideal, far from it in fact. But this was the best that could be done."

"You've already said it more than once, Harry. No need to repeat yourself. We understand," James said with a frown. "I know it couldn't be helped. My father was there with you, after all. I know he would've ensured the best possible outcome in this scenario."

Harry gave him a firm nod and looked around the common room. It was a bit surprising to see it entirely empty, particularly at this hour. It seemed everyone had opted for an early night of sleep.

"Let's talk more about it tomorrow," Harry said as he stood up, prompting everyone to glance at him. "Things are tense. It's better we all slept on it."

Just as he turned around to walk away, the door to the common room opened and they watched in slight surprise as none other than Professor McGonagall walked in with a frown. Her eyes fell on Harry for a moment before she glanced over to where Remus was sitting.

"Mr. Lupin, the Headmaster would like to speak with you.," she intoned with a hint of sympathy in her voice.

Remus bit back the sigh that threatened to escape him and nodded. He pushed himself to his feet and slowly walked over, leaving with McGonagall leading the way.

Harry turned around and exchanged a resigned look with James and Sirius, all knowing what was going on and just why Dumbledore must've called Remus to his office.

"What was that about?" Gideon asked curiously. "What could Dumbledore want from him at this hour? It's well past curfew."

"Remus will tell us when he gets back," Harry replied with pursed lips, his gaze downcast. Not for the first time, he apologized to Remus within the confines of his mind. He just hoped this sacrifice would be worth it.

-Break-

Albus Dumbledore found himself helpless as he stared at the young man sitting in front of him. Remus Lupin was one of the most promising young wizards in the castle right now and it was very unfortunate that he could not ensure his spot at Hogwarts.

He had communicated as much already, and it made him feel worse when all the young man did was let out a resigned sigh as if he had been expecting something like this.

"When do I leave, Headmaster?" Remus asked in a monotone voice, his gaze firmly affixed to the desk.

"Tomorrow. I am truly sorry about this, Mr. Lupin."

"It's not your fault, Headmaster," Remus replied. "I had a feeling this would be happening after that law got passed. I can only thank you for allowing me to attend Hogwarts for all these years. I know how much of a risk you've taken for me already. It would be very ungrateful of me if I created more problems for you, especially when things have gotten so serious."

Dumbledore sighed.

"You might not be able to attend Hogwarts anymore, Mr. Lupin. But there is no law stopping you from taking your OWLs and NEWTs directly at the Ministry. I have full faith in your abilities and you have demonstrated that you can do it. Do not worry, it will be ensured that you have adequate education from home or wherever else. I wish you all the very best."

Remus nodded and soon, he left the office, leaving a pensive Dumbledore staring sorrowfully at the closed door. The true remorse was being forced to take away the chance for the young man to grow into adulthood alongside his peers and make even more connections along the way.

After he left the Headmaster's office, Remus briskly made his way over to Gryffindor Tower where he found everyone still awake and waiting for him. As he walked closer, he took in the expressions on the faces of James, Sirius, and Harry, and it told him enough. They knew.

Harry's hand clasped firmly on his shoulder where he gave a reassuring squeeze. With a nod, Remus stepped forward and was immediately engulfed in a firm hug by both James and Sirius who clutched onto him firmly.

"It's not the end, and you better believe it!" Sirius said with a faint growl as he and James pulled away.

"Can anyone tell us what's going on exactly?" Fabian asked impatiently. Similar grimaces swept across their faces as James and Sirius gazed at Harry before all their eyes shifted over to Remus who turned to face the others, trying with all his might to maintain a calm and controlled façade.

"I'm leaving Hogwarts," he said finally, releasing a deep breath.

Their eyes widened in shock before Gideon let out a laugh. Chuckling, he said, "Yeah, pull another one."

"I'm serious," Remus sighed.

"Nah, he is," Gideon retorted, pointing toward Sirius who, perhaps for the first time, did not react to the pun.

"He is leaving, guys," Harry said firmly, and this time, Gideon sobered up.

"But why? Is everything okay at home?" Frank asked in concern.

Remus stared at the ground, visibly struggling, when he felt firm hands gripping his shoulders. Turning, he saw James and Sirius standing on either side of him, nodding firmly.

"We're always with you," James whispered.

Tears threatened to spill from Remus' eyes but he controlled himself. Nodding resolutely, he turned back to Frank and the Prewett twins and replied, "I am a werewolf."

It felt as if a sudden chill had enveloped the Gryffindor Common Room as they stared at Remus in utter shock as if they could not believe what had come out of the boy's mouth.

"What?" Frank whispered.

"No, that can't be," Fabian said with an uncertain smile. "You're having us on, right? There's no way you're a werewolf."

Remus sighed deeply as he looked across the couch and into the crackling hearth. "It happened when I was barely 5 years old. My father had offended Fenrir Greyback. To retaliate, he tracked me down and… bit me. That's how I got afflicted with lycanthropy."

Sorrow was the paramount expression on everyone's faces as they gazed at Remus who kept staring at the fireplace.

"My life was never the same after that attack. My parents tried to make my transformations as safe and comfortable as possible, building me a secure area to transform when the full moon came. But it was still agonizingly painful every month. You can imagine it was very difficult keeping such a secret and condition under wraps. Most assumed I was just a very ill child. When the time for Hogwarts came, my parents never dreamed I could attend. It might not be illegal, but allowing a werewolf to enter Hogwarts would have been unimaginable."

There was a small pause as Remus collected himself, and a small smile finally appeared on his face.

"But then Dumbledore changed everything. Kind soul that he was, he told my parents that I deserved the same education as anyone. He made arrangements for me, having the Shrieking Shack and underground passage built to give me a secure place to transform."

"So that's where the rumors of that shack being haunted come from…" Frank whispered, earning a nod from Remus.

"It wasn't easy, having to miss classes every month and then make up for it all around full moons, but I couldn't just squander this opportunity Dumbledore had given me at such personal risk. I got the chance most afflicted people never get. I had to make the best of it. Even now, I know it must be hurting him so much that he couldn't do much for me, and I fully understand. This time, it's a matter of life and death. I have to register, or my life might end if I'm found. We all know the risk is too much."

"Still, do you really need to leave though?" Fabian asked softly. "Hear me out, something will happen only if you're found."

"I don't think the risk is worth it, to be honest," Remus replied, sighing. "I have to register and comply with the law. It's soon going to be public knowledge that I am a werewolf. Attending Hogwarts would be impossible now. But hey, at least I can continue my education. The Headmaster said arrangements will be made for lessons, and there's no law forbidding werewolves from taking their OWLs and NEWTs in the Ministry when the time comes."

They all stewed in silence for a long while, all knowing that there was truly nothing they could do now.

Finally, James slammed his fist in his palm and turned to Remus. "You'll be perfectly fine. We'll make sure of that. And we'll keep meeting as much as we can. Sneaking out is child's play."

"You won't stop breaking rules, will you?" Remus remarked with a chuckle, earning matching smirks from his two best friends.

"You really need to ask?" James said smugly.

All Harry could do was sigh as he leaned back in the chair, regarding everyone. What was happening was unavoidable, but at least things were not as bad as they could've been. The situation was not desirable, but considering the stakes, it was acceptable.

-Break-

A somber mood pervaded the Gryffindor table during breakfast the following day as everyone read about the new werewolf law in the Daily Prophet, and the opinions were divided. While muggleborns and several half-blood and pureblood students were critical of the severe measures adopted by the Ministry, there was no shortage of voices that fully approved of the amendment, with many even believing that it was high time some strict stance was taken against those abhorred creatures.

Amidst the clamor, barely anyone noticed multiple missing students across all four house tables, with only a few knowing why those students were absent. All those students were the quietest of the bunch, and for good reason. Their friends were no longer going to remain at Hogwarts.

No one but the members of the staff knew that Remus Lupin was not the only werewolf student who had been attending Hogwarts. Indeed, there were no fewer than a dozen students from all four houses who had, in one way or another, been afflicted by the lycanthropy curse. Dumbledore and the professors had made suitable arrangements for all of them to have a secure place to transform during the full moons, either inside the castle or far away, and now, none of those places would see any use.

The professors also sat silently as they indulged in their breakfast, apart from a select few who pointed out the necessity of the new law to their colleagues without any reluctance, much to their chagrin. None called them out on their opinions, though, allowing them to have freedom of thought and expression.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry sat with Narcissa and Bellatrix on either side of him, both girls uncharacteristically somber as they ate. As expected, they knew how and why this had happened, and they remained fully supportive of their boyfriend, who they knew was shouldering the burden of this development in silence. Indeed, he could not express it to anyone, let alone his friends who might not understand his motivations. As such, it fell on them to do their best to alleviate the mental pressure he was under, and they tried their utmost to convey their support. From his loving smiles and reassuring touches, they knew he appreciated it all the same.

It had not been missed by other students either that both Remus and Peter were nowhere to be seen, and even if they would have ignored it, the fact that James and Sirius were looking so subdued made people feel that something was wrong. There had been a few who had so far taken the initiative to ask about the two missing students, and although the mention of Peter had made them feel enraged, it was Remus' name that quelled all the rage and made them passive.

Harry deemed it enough when another student came over and asked them, and he applied a privacy ward around them.

"Look, I know it's tough, but they'll know soon anyway. The list would be staying public, so hoping that we can keep it a secret is useless," he said softly.

"Gossiping behind his back wouldn't be right, Harry," James said with a frown.

"I agree, but staying silent like that is not going to help matters either. And believe me, they won't stop asking until they get some sort of answer. It depends on you what type of answer you want to give them."

"What about the rat?" Sirius asked with a sneer. "What are we supposed to say about him?"

"You said he has no family, right?"

"His parents died two years ago, yes," James replied. "We supported him until the end. And what did it get us?"

Everyone stared at him with pensive expressions on their faces, Pettigrew's betrayal hitting particularly close to home in his case. Everyone knew about James' feelings when it came to a certain redhead, and to find out that someone you considered one of your closest and most trustworthy friends had cut a deal with the devil just because he lusted after the girl you loved was bound to be heart-wrenching. It had made them even more disgusted with Pettigrew.

"No one will even talk about him," Harry replied with a sneer. "If someone asks, tell them Pettigrew ran away yesterday. You guys have built up enough reputation for yourselves that it wouldn't surprise anyone. They'll just think it's another silly prank or something."

"Even the professors?"

"Especially the professors," Harry replied. "McGonagall in particular. Play ignorant, and use that Occlumency you've been working on. And for fuck's sake, take strength from this betrayal."

"You don't need to tell us that, Harry," Sirius growled. "The last thing I'll allow is for that rat to somehow take us down after finding out his true colors. He might have succeeded if things were different, but not anymore."

"Good," Harry nodded firmly.

"What did you all do to him?" Frank asked skeptically.

"Forced him to transform, threw him in an unbreakable jar, and handed him over to Harry. It's up to him what he does with that bastard. We did what we could do," James replied curtly, distaste apparent on his face. Frank nodded sympathetically, knowing it must have been very daunting. He turned to face Harry, and one look at his friend's face told him whatever it was, it was not pretty.

"Don't worry, Frank. I didn't kill him or anything. Although, if he does it to himself, then it's a different matter," he replied without even being asked. James and Sirius merely quirked their lips slightly downwards as they grimaced, but there was no further response from them.

"We should stop thinking about what's happened now. Things will start getting more serious after what happened to those heirs," Narcissa interjected for the first time, earning the attention of everyone inside the privacy ward. "Don't forget the bigger picture here. You know what's coming."

"I believe we'd have a little quiet on that front for a little while now," Harry remarked, steeling his fingers on the table. "They all lost their heirs. They won't take any risky approaches now. They will surely try to safeguard their families' futures."

"You mean breeding," Bellatrix intoned, earning a nod from Harry.

"Their focus would be mostly on ensuring the future of their cause which has effectively been wiped out," Harry continued. "But something tells me their master won't be so patient. He'd try to replace them."

"Makes sense. They're only a means to an end, after all."

"Exactly. But we can think about that later. For now, I believe there'd be something else this country will have to take care of," Harry muttered, staring at the day's issue of Daily Prophet whose front page covered the previous day's Wizengamot session. "The radicals won't stay silent."

-Break-

The dim light of the waxing crescent filtered through the tangled branches, casting an eerie glow over the gathered pack of werewolves. A massive creature, easily towering over most of them, stood atop a moss-covered boulder, his hulking frame silhouetted against the night sky. His yellow eyes gleamed with feral intensity as he addressed his underlings.

"Brothers and sisters!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl. "The wizards have shown their true colors once more. They seek to chain us, to corral us like mindless beasts!" Spittle flew from his mouth as he snarled. "But we will not be cowed! We will not be tamed!"

There was a chorus of roars and snarls as the werewolves cried out in rage.

"They slaughtered our kin for the unforgivable crime of having to survive in this cursed manner! A few days past, brothers and sisters of our pack were arrested after the foolish purebloods provoked them!" His eyes glinted with undisguised hatred. "And those wizarding scum repaid us with death for daring to survive! Killed, without even a trial!"

The pack descended into pandemonium, gnashing teeth and raking claws into the earth as their inner beasts strained against their fragile human shells.

Greyback lifted his arms, his rags of clothing hanging perilously from his powerfully muscled frame. His claws extended with a sickening scrape as his transformation began.

"They have declared war on our kind," he growled, fur sprouting across his face and body. "Their oppressive laws are a call to arms! We must make our resistance known! Let the very moon they fear turn dark with their fear!"

His body contorted grotesquely as he threw his head back, bones audibly crunching and his spine elongating as he completed his werewolf transformation.

"We will strike from the shadows!" the werewolf alpha's growl reverberated throughout the clearing. "Show no mercy to those who spawned this injustice! Burn their homes! Destroy their families! Turn them all! Show them what it feels to be what they hate so much! And if someone defies you, slaughter them all!"

The pack released a unified howl of bloodlust. Greyback leaped from the boulder, his immense claws leaving gouges in the rain-soaked soil as he landed.

"But we need greater numbers to make the wizards tremble!" His snout wrinkled in a vicious snarl. "Send emissaries to all werewolf clans! To the feral packs across the British Isles and beyond! Conscript every packless stray into our ranks by fur and fang! Paint their feral savagery onto our already blood-stained banner!"

With a thunderous uproar, the pack took off en masse, their haunting howls echoing through the night as an ominous prelude to the violence to come. Greyback led the charge, his howl a piercing battle cry.

The revolt had begun.

TBC.

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