Hara nodded and flashed away before Harry began walking up to the building, and Harry's heart pounded as they approached Apartment 3B. He raised his hand to knock but hesitated for a moment. Hera gave him an encouraging nod, and with a deep breath, Harry knocked on the door.

There was a brief pause before the door opened, revealing a woman with striking red hair and green eyes. She looked exactly like him except his hair was black and his eyes were silver. Next to her was a ragged-looking man, with blue eyes and brown, uneven hair. He is tall, with square shoulders and a slightly stooped posture. He is wearing glasses and a flannel shirt. They looked at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice cautious but kind.

Harry took a deep breath, summoning his courage. "Jocelyn Fairchild?" he asked, his voice steady despite his nerves.

Jocelyn's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

Harry swallowed hard, feeling a rush of emotions. "I'm Lily's son"

Jocelyn's eyes widened further, her expression shifting from surprise to shock. She reached out to steady herself against the doorframe, her eyes scanning Harry's face, searching for the truth in his features.

"Lily's son?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But... how?"

Harry nodded, understanding her confusion. "It's a long story and a complicated one. But I'm here now, and I wanted to meet you."

The man beside Jocelyn placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his gaze shifting to Harry with curiosity and concern. "Come in," Jocelyn said finally, stepping aside to let Harry enter. "Let's talk inside."

Harry stepped into the apartment, his eyes taking in the cozy, well-lived-in space. The walls were adorned with photographs and paintings, and the furniture exuded a sense of warmth and comfort. As he sat down on the couch, Jocelyn and the man took seats opposite him.

"This is Luke," Jocelyn said, gesturing to the man. "He's a close friend and... well, he's been there for us through a lot."

Harry nodded, offering Luke a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Luke."

Luke returned the smile, his eyes kind and reassuring. "Nice to meet you too, Harry."

Jocelyn leaned forward, her eyes still filled with a mix of emotions. "Harry, I need to know... how did you find me? What happened to Lily?"

Harry took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "If you want the full story, I need an unbreakable oath or an angelic rune of secrecy swearing that this does not leave this room"

Jocelyn and Luke exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and wariness. After a moment, Jocelyn nodded. "I understand, Harry. We can do that. Luke?"

Luke stood and retrieved a small wooden box from a nearby shelf. He opened it to reveal a variety of magical items, including a set of runes. Selecting one, he handed it to Jocelyn.

Jocelyn took the rune and turned to Harry. "This is a Rune of Secrecy. Once activated, it will bind us to our promise to keep your story confidential. Are you ready?"

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief. Jocelyn traced the rune on her forearm, murmuring an incantation. A soft, golden light glowed from the rune before it faded into her skin. She then handed the rune to Luke, who repeated the process.

Once both had sworn the oath, Harry took a deep breath and began to recount his story. He told them about his abusive upbringing with the Dursleys, his discovery of his true heritage as the son of Artemis, and the challenges he had faced at Hogwarts and Camp Half-Blood. He explained the role of Jophiel and Ithuriel, the prophecies involving him and Daphne, and his recent confrontations with Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

Jocelyn and Luke listened intently, their faces reflecting a range of emotions—shock, sorrow, and a growing sense of understanding. When Harry finished, there was a moment of silence as they absorbed everything he had shared.

Jocelyn's eyes were filled with tears as she reached out to take Harry's hand. "Harry, I'm so sorry for everything you've been through. I wish I had known sooner. You should never have had to endure that kind of pain."

Harry squeezed her hand gently, feeling a connection forming. "It's okay, Aunt Jocelyn. I'm here now, I have forgiven Aunt Petunia, and but I will not forgive Vernon."

Jocelyn nodded her expression a mix of sorrow and determination. "Thank you for sharing your story with us, Harry. You're incredibly brave. We'll do everything we can to support you moving forward."

Harry felt a warmth spread through him at their words. "Thank you, both of you. I have a week before I have to go to camp in Long Island so if it's okay with you can I stay here" he said transforming into his female form.

Jocelyn and Luke exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of surprise and acceptance. Jocelyn's eyes softened, and she smiled warmly at Harry's transformed appearance.

"Of course, Harry," Jocelyn said, her voice filled with compassion. "You're family, and our home is your home for as long as you need. We've only been waiting for Clary to come home so we can go out to each lunch."

Harry felt a surge of gratitude and relief. "Thank you. It means a lot to me. And two questions, where? and would Clary be comfortable with me being both male and female at the same time?"

Jocelyn and Luke smiled warmly, and Jocelyn nodded. "Clary's an artist and very open-minded. She'll be fine with it. As for lunch, there's a cozy little diner a few blocks away that we frequent. I'm sure you'll like it."

Harry felt a sense of comfort and belonging starting to settle in. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Just then, the front door opened, and a girl with fiery red hair and bright green eyes walked in. She looked around and spotted Harry, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Mom? Luke? Who's this?" she asked, her gaze shifting curiously to Harry.

Jocelyn stood up and walked over to her daughter, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Clary, this is Harry. She's... your cousin."

Clary blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as she processed the information. "My cousin?" she repeated, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of disbelief.

Harry stood up, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Hi, Clary. It's nice to meet you," she said, offering a tentative smile.

Clary studied Harry for a moment before a smile broke out on her face. "Hi, Harry. This is a lot to take in, but it's nice to meet you too."

Jocelyn's eyes softened as she watched the two cousins interact. "Harry will be staying with us for a while, Clary. We were just about to go out for lunch. Would you like to join us?"

Clary nodded eagerly. "Of course! I'd love to get to know Harry better. But first, can I change clothes, my clothes are filled with paint and Harry needs a change of clothes as well" She grabbed Harry's hand and dragged her to her room.

Harry chuckled as he followed Clary into her room, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The room was filled with vibrant colours and art supplies, canvases leaning against the walls, and sketches scattered across the desk. It was clear that Clary was a passionate artist.

Clary smiled warmly at Harry. "I'm glad you're here, Harry. This is all so unexpected but in a good way. Let me find something for you to wear."

She rummaged through her closet, pulling out a few options. "These should fit you, and they will look good on you," she said, handing Harry a purple mini-skirt and a matching shirt.

Harry took the clothes from Clary with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Clary. I appreciate it." She glanced around Clary's room, admiring the vibrant artwork that adorned the walls. "Your art is amazing, by the way."

Clary blushed slightly, looking pleased. "Thanks! Art is my passion. I'm glad you like it." She paused for a moment, her eyes studying Harry's face. "So, you're like... a shapeshifter?"

Harry nodded, starting to change into the clothes Clary had given her. "Yeah, I'm a metamorphmagus. I can change my appearance, including my gender, at will. It's a bit unusual, but it's a part of who I am."

Clary's eyes widened with fascination. "That's incredible! I bet it comes in handy. Do you prefer being one way or the other, or does it depend on the situation?"

Harry thought for a moment as she adjusted the skirt. "It depends. Sometimes I feel more comfortable as a girl, other times as a boy. It kind of changes my mood. I guess you could say I'm equally comfortable in both forms." Harry finished putting on the clothes and realized it was big for him. "Clary these clothes are big for me"

Clary nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. "Don't worry, however, the clothes that I have left in your size are only dresses, is that okay?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "That's perfectly fine. Thank you, Clary."

Clary grinned and quickly retrieved a couple of dresses from her closet, laying them out on her bed. "Here you go. Pick whichever one you like."

Harry looked at the dresses, admiring the vibrant colours and patterns. She selected a simple, elegant blue dress with a floral pattern. "I think I'll go with this one."

Clary beamed. "Great choice! It'll look lovely on you." She then picked out a fresh outfit for herself and began changing.

Once they were both dressed, Clary turned to Harry, her expression curious but friendly. "So, tell me more about yourself. What brings you to New York?"

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the dress against her skin. "It's a long story, but the short version is that I've been trying to piece together my family history. I found out about Aunt Jocelyn and wanted to meet her and you."

Clary's eyes sparkled with interest. "Wow, that sounds intense. I can't imagine what it's been like for you. But I'm glad you found us."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of connection with Clary. "Me too. It's nice to finally meet more of my family."

Just then, Jocelyn called out from the living room, "Are you two ready? Lunch is waiting!"

Clary and Harry exchanged a smile before heading back to the living room. Jocelyn and Luke were waiting, their expressions warm and welcoming.

"All set?" Jocelyn asked, her eyes bright with anticipation.

Harry nodded. "Yep, ready to go."

The group left the apartment and made their way to the cozy diner Jocelyn had mentioned. The walk through the bustling streets of New York was invigorating, and Harry felt a sense of excitement and curiosity about the city.

As they entered the diner, the warm, inviting atmosphere immediately put Harry at ease. They found a booth near the window and settled in, the chatter of other diners creating a pleasant background noise.

"So, Harry," Luke began as they looked over the menus, "what do you like to do for fun?"

Harry thought for a moment before answering. "I love hunting with my bow and arrow. Playing with my pet wolf, Aurora and my pet hawk Lyra. I like exploring the forest."

Clary's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I've always wanted to try archery. Maybe you can teach me sometime?"

Harry smiled warmly. "I'd love to, Clary. It's a lot of fun and relaxing."

The waitress came to take their orders, and the conversation flowed easily as they discussed their favourite foods, hobbies, and experiences.

"Aunt Jocelyn, can I ask you a question?" asked Harry.

Jocelyn looked up from her menu, her expression attentive. "Of course, Harry. Ask away."

Harry hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. She then said in a low voice so only the table can hear "Ever since I changed into this form today my chest has been very itchy…"

"Follow me to the bathroom" interrupted Jocelyn.

Harry followed Jocelyn to the bathroom, feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful for her understanding. Once inside, Jocelyn closed the door behind them and turned to Harry with a concerned expression.

"Alright, let's see what's going on," Jocelyn said gently. "Lift your dress a little so I can take a look."

Harry hesitated for a moment before complying. He lifted the dress slightly, revealing the itchy red marks on his chest. Jocelyn examined the area carefully, her eyes narrowing in thought.

"It looks like your developing breast," she said thoughtfully.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "But... I didn't think it would happen this fast," she said, her voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Jocelyn nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Do you have any bras?"

Harry shook her head. "No, I don't. This is all new to me."

Jocelyn gave a reassuring smile. "That's alright, Harry. We'll take care of it. After lunch, we can go shopping and get you what you need. It's part of growing up, and it's perfectly normal."

Harry nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, Aunt Jocelyn. I appreciate it."

Jocelyn placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "Of course, Harry. It's all part of becoming who you are meant to be."

They returned to the table, where Clary and Luke were chatting animatedly. Harry slid back into her seat, feeling a bit more at ease with the support of her newfound family.

"Everything alright?" Clary asked, her eyes full of curiosity and concern.

Harry nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, just needed a bit of advice from Aunt Jocelyn."

The rest of the lunch was filled with laughter and stories. Harry felt a growing sense of belonging as she got to know Clary, Jocelyn, and Luke better. They shared stories about their lives, their experiences, and their hopes for the future.

After lunch, the group strolled through the bustling streets of New York. The city was alive with energy, and Harry couldn't help but feel invigorated by the sights and sounds around her. Jocelyn led them to a mall, the bustling energy of the city invigorating them as they walked. Jocelyn led the way, her eyes scanning the stores for one that would have suitable options for Harry's changing needs.

Clary bounced beside Harry, her enthusiasm infectious. "This is going to be so much fun! We'll find you the perfect outfits."

Harry smiled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thanks, Clary. I appreciate your help."

Jocelyn spotted a store and led them inside. "Hi, can I get my niece measured for a bra?"

The sales assistant smiled warmly, nodding as she guided them towards the fitting rooms. "Of course, right this way," she said, gesturing to a private area. "But you need to be inside the room as we measure her"

Jocelyn nodded and guided Harry into the fitting room. The sales assistant followed, her demeanour professional and reassuring. "Alright, let's get you measured," she said, producing a measuring tape. "Lift your arms, please."

Harry complied, feeling a bit nervous but comforted by Jocelyn's presence. The sales assistant took the measurements quickly and efficiently, jotting down the numbers. "You're a size 30AA for now," she said with a smile. "It's perfectly normal to start small and grow over time. Let's find some options for you."

She led them to a section filled with a variety of bras, ranging from simple designs to more colourful and patterned options. "I'd recommend starting with something comfortable and supportive, like these," she said, pointing to a selection of soft, lightly padded bras. "And since you're just starting to develop, it's important to have a good fit without too much pressure."

"Do you have anything for an active person?" asked Harry. "I am very active, and I practice Archery and other sports"

The sales assistant nodded with understanding. "Absolutely. We have a range of sports bras that would be perfect for your activities. Follow me."

She led Harry and Jocelyn to another section of the store, filled with sports bras in various colours and styles. "These are designed to provide support during physical activities without restricting movement," she explained, picking up a few options. "They're made from breathable materials and have moisture-wicking properties to keep you comfortable."

Jocelyn nodded approvingly. "These look great. Harry, why don't you try a few on and see how they feel?"

Harry selected a couple of sports bras, admiring the comfortable and functional designs. She headed back to the fitting room, trying them on one by one. Each felt supportive and comfortable, offering the right amount of flexibility for her active lifestyle.

After a few minutes, Harry emerged from the fitting room, her confidence boosted by the supportive fit. "These feel good," she said with a smile. "I think they'll work perfectly for me."

Jocelyn beamed with pride. "I'm glad to hear that, Harry. We'll get a few of these for you."

As they made their way to the checkout counter, Clary joined them, holding a couple of other clothing items she thought Harry might like. "I found these cute tops and shorts. They'll go great with your new bras," she said, her excitement evident.

Harry chuckled, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie with Clary. "Thanks, Clary. You're the best."

Once they finished their shopping, they left the store, bags in hand, and continued exploring the mall. The afternoon was filled with laughter and bonding as they wandered from store to store, sharing stories and experiences.

As they entered Luke's car, Harry used a trick he learned from Jophiel and entered Jocelyn's mind. "Aunt Jocelyn it's Harry, I am talking in your head, so Clary does not hear this conversation. Just think to reply. Can you hear me?"

Jocelyn blinked in surprise but quickly composed herself, thinking back, "Yes, Harry, I can hear you. This is quite something. What's on your mind?"

Harry took a deep breath before continuing, "I wanted to ask you about something more delicate. Aunt Petunia mentioned that Valentine became obsessed with power and purity of blood. How exactly did things go wrong between him and you?"

Jocelyn's thoughts grew heavy with old memories. "Valentine was a charismatic leader at first. He had a vision for a stronger, purer world, but over time, his methods became more extreme, and his ideals twisted. He started experimenting and performing cruel rituals, and he became increasingly violent. I couldn't let Clary grow up in that environment."

Harry felt a pang of sympathy. "That sounds terrifying. How did you manage to escape and keep Clary safe?"

Jocelyn's mental voice was tinged with both sadness and strength. "I had to plan carefully and act swiftly. With the help of some old friends, I faked our deaths and took on new identities. We moved frequently to stay hidden. It's been a long, exhausting journey, but keeping Clary safe was my top priority."

Harry felt a surge of admiration for his aunt. "Did he ever hit you?"

Jocelyn's thoughts were laced with both pain and resolve. "Yes, Valentine became abusive as his obsession grew. He hurt me more than once, and it took all my strength to finally break free from him. I couldn't let Clary witness that violence or become a part of his twisted world."

Harry felt a mixture of anger and sadness for what his aunt had endured. "I'm so sorry you went through that, Aunt Jocelyn. If he comes back, I will deal with him. Do you remember how I told you Artemis was Lily in mortal form? And you know how much she hates when Men abuse Women"

Jocelyn's mental voice carried a mix of gratitude and concern. "Thank you, Harry. I appreciate your support and protection. But be careful. Valentine is dangerous, and he won't hesitate to use any means to get what he wants."

Harry nodded, "And Artemis is equally dangerous don't worry. But I want to ask you a second thing, I have to go to Olympus to talk to my mother and let her know I am going to be staying with you for this week. I will be gone for an hour or so, is that okay?"

Jocelyn's mental voice softened with understanding. "Of course, Harry. Take the time you need to speak with your mother. We'll be here when you return."

Harry felt a sense of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Aunt Jocelyn. I'll be back soon."

As they continued the car ride back to the apartment, Harry's thoughts were already focused on the upcoming conversation with Artemis. The cityscape of New York passed by in a blur, the bustling energy of the streets contrasting with the calm resolve Harry felt inside.

Once they arrived back at the apartment, Harry excused herself and found a quiet spot on the balcony. She closed her eyes, centring herself before reaching out to the divine connection she shared with her mother.

"Mother, it's Harry. I need to speak with you. I am teleporting to Olympus right now"

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A shimmering portal opened before Harry, and she stepped through, finding herself in the breathtaking splendour of Olympus. The vibrant hues of the sky, the majestic architecture, and the ethereal beauty of the divine realm filled her with awe every time she visited.

Artemis was waiting for her at the entrance to her temple, her silver eyes filled with warmth and concern. She approached Harry with a grace that seemed to defy the laws of nature, her presence calming and reassuring. Next to her was Athena.

"Harry," Artemis said softly, enveloping her child in a gentle embrace. "It's good to see you. How was your first year at Hogwarts? And where is your report card"

Harry returned the embrace, feeling a deep sense of comfort and security in his mother's arms. "It was eventful, to say the least, Mother. I learned a lot and made some good friends. And here's my report card," she said, handing Artemis the parchment.

Athena unsurprisingly took the Parchment and read it out loud.

Hogwarts End of Year Report

Student: Harry Potter

Year: First Year

House: Hufflepuff

Dear Parents/ Guardians,

Contained in these documents are your student's grades for their most recent year at Hogwarts. Please be aware that the grading system for years 1-4 is the same as those used to grade the 5th-year students. This is done to help them understand where they would stand if they had just taken their OWLS.

Grading Scale:

O-outstanding

E- Exceeds Expectations

A- Acceptable

P- Poor

D- Dreadful

T- Troll

Please note, that with all passing grades, Harry Potter, is now considered a second-year student. Her letter containing her school supplies list will arrive by owl in August.

Enjoy your summer,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Athena flipped over to the second document to look at the grades that her daughter had obtained. She passed the first sheet over to Artemis.

Grades

Student: Harry Potter

Potions- O

Transfiguration- O

Herbology- O

Charms- O

History of Magic- A

Defence Against the Dark Arts- O

Astronomy- O

Professor Comments

Student: Harry Potter

Potions- Professor Severus Snape Before Arrest/ Andromeda Tonks Nee Black after arrest.

Mr. Potter is a very good student and knows his/her plants well. They had prior tutoring before arriving at Hogwarts. However, they do have some issues paying attention and a few difficulties reading. I am going to remind you that Next year Pewter cauldrons will be banned in my classroom and all students will be required to purchase cast iron cauldrons. This is due to the dangers of lead in Pewter.

Transfiguration- Professor Minerva McGonagall

Mr./Ms. Potter is a wonderful student who pays attention in class. She/He has an aptitude for Transfiguration that I have not seen in many years and if she/he continues going as she/he did this year, she/he will have no issues passing his/her OWLS. I look forward to seeing her in September.

Herbology- Professor Pomona Sprout

Harry is wonderful with the plants, and I have to wonder if she has had experience gardening before coming to Hogwarts. She already seems to know how to use the basic supplies and is seen helping those who are not quite certain what to do. Please be warned that the plants tended to in the first year are the least dangerous of the plants we will be working with and are the closest to muggle plants. Please make sure she has the proper protective wear for the coming year.

As Her head of House, I worry that she does not talk to her peers much outside of Daphne Greengrass. She does talk to her cousin Susan Bones and her friends, but I only see it at the lunch table.

Charms- Professor Filius Flitwick

Harry Potter is the best student I have ever been taught since their Mother Lily Fairchild. After they get a charm right, they never make a mistake again. But please for the love of the gods I want her to open up to more classmates other than Daphne Greengrass.

History of Magic- Professor Cuthbert Binns

Your student Harlot is doing fine. She turns in her essays and attends classes. Please warn Harlot that she should read up on the Goblin Wars as that will be the primary topic for second years. I look forward to seeing Abigail next year.

Defence Against the Dark Arts- Professor Quirinus Quirrell

No comments.

Astronomy- Professor Aurora Sinistra

Harry is a great student. They are one of the few that does not complain about being tired during our once-a-week nighttime lessons. They seem very interested in the stories behind the constellations. I recommend getting they some books so that they might do some individual studying during their free time.

Headmaster- Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

No Comments or concerns

Medical- Madam Poppy Pomfrey

This student is a level three metamorphmagus they need both a male and female uniform and to be educated on puberty of both genders. Please do so.

"Why does your history teacher call you harlot?" asked Athena

Harry looked a bit embarrassed, but also slightly amused. "Professor Binns is a ghost, and he tends to get names mixed up. He also gives the same lecture every class we don't learn any history there at all"

Artemis sighed, shaking her head slightly. "That won't do at all. We'll have to find a way to ensure you're getting the proper education in all your subjects."

Athena nodded in agreement. "Indeed. But overall, your grades are impressive, Harry. You've done very well. However, I am going to convince the Hogwarts board of Governers to higher me as a history professor there. History is a very important subject, where everyone needs to learn or else they repeat it."

"Wouldn't that be against the ancient laws?" asked Harry.

"No because education falls under my domain" replied Athena.

"Can I ask how?" asked Harry.

Athena smiled, her eyes reflecting both pride and amusement. "Education, wisdom, and strategy are all part of my domains. Teaching and sharing knowledge are at the core of what I represent. By becoming a professor, I can help ensure that students like you receive the education they need."

Artemis looked at Athena and asked, "What do you think about how he did?"

Athena nodded thoughtfully, her expression reflecting a mixture of pride and contemplation. "Harry's performance is commendable, especially given the challenges he has faced. His grades are excellent, and his professors' comments indicate a strong aptitude for magical studies. However, there is room for improvement in his social interactions and history education."

Harry felt a surge of warmth at Athena's praise, but also a sense of determination to address the areas she mentioned.

Artemis smiled, her eyes filled with pride and love. "You've done exceptionally well, Harry. I'm proud of you. Now, tell me, why did you need to see me today?"

Harry took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "I met Aunt Jocelyn and my cousin Clary in New York. They're amazing, and they've welcomed me with open arms. I want to spend some time with them before I return to Camp Half-Blood. I also confronted Aunt Petunia in Greece. She apologized, and I forgave her. I feel a lot better about everything now."

Artemis's expression softened, and she nodded. "You have my blessing to stay with them. When I was punished and forced to grow as a mortal, she was my sister, and we were very close she is a good person. I just ask you to stay with them until August."

Harry smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mother. There's one more thing. Aunt Jocelyn mentioned that Valentine Morgenstern, her husband repeatedly hit her, right now they do not know where each other is as she faked her death."

Artemis's eyes darkened with anger at the mention of Valentine Morgenstern. "He dared to harm her? That man has much to answer for. If he ever crosses your path, Harry, you have my permission to deal with him as you see fit. No one should live in fear of such a man."

Harry nodded, feeling the weight of his mother's words. "I'll be prepared, Mother. Thank you for your support."

Athena placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're strong, Harry. You've faced many challenges, and you continue to grow stronger. Remember, you're not alone. You have allies, friends, and family who will stand by you."

Harry felt a surge of gratitude for the support of both goddesses. "Thank you, both of you. I appreciate it."

Artemis gave Harry a warm smile. "Now, go and spend time with your family. Enjoy this week with them and come back stronger."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of closure and determination. "I will, Mother. Thank you."

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