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• Pre Hogwarts : Chapters 1 to 38
• First Year : Chapters 39 - 82
• Second Year: Chapters 83 -
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Sirius Black had just returned from an Order mission, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable urge to check in on Peter Pettigrew. He tried to convince himself it was just a routine visit, but deep down, he knew better. As he approached Peter's hideout, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.
"I'm being ridiculous," Sirius told himself. "Peter's a friend, a brother. What's got me so spooked?"
Despite his efforts to reassure himself, the sense of unease only grew stronger as he made his way to Peter's house. He remembered the day they appointed Secret Keepers for the Potters, and how James had insisted on making Sirius the Secret Keeper.
" 'I want you to be the Secret Keeper, Sirius,' James had said. But Sirius had suggested Peter instead. 'He's less obvious, James. Voldemort will assume you'll choose me.'"
Sirius recalled how Remus had also been a consideration, but they had ultimately chosen Peter. He wondered why he was thinking about this now, and why he felt so uneasy.
"Get a grip, Sirius," he muttered to himself. "You're just being paranoid."
But the feeling only intensified as he approached Peter's door. Something was off, and Sirius couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that settled in the pit of his stomach.
"What's going on, Peter?" Sirius asked himself. "What's really going on?"
As Sirius continued on his way to Peter's house, his mind lingered on the memories of the past. He recalled the two reasons why Remus was not selected as the Secret Keeper.
"The first reason was the suspicion of a spy within the Order," Sirius thought to himself. "Remus was a werewolf, and his frequent missions with other werewolves had raised some eyebrows. Peter had tried to convince James and me to suspect Remus, but James had flat out refused. I, on the other hand, had tried to deny it, but it had still shaken my trust in Remus."
Sirius remembered how this had led him to suggest Peter as the Secret Keeper instead of Remus.
"The second reason was that Remus was busy with a mission on the day we decided to make Peter the Secret Keeper," Sirius continued thinking. "It was a last-minute decision, and only Peter, James, Lily, and I knew about it. To the rest of the Order, I am still the Secret Keeper. I had thought it was safer that way."
As Sirius approached Peter's house, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He had always trusted Peter, but now he wasn't so sure.
As Sirius landed his Flying Motorcycle near the wards of Peter's house, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Their plan had been for Sirius to reveal that he was not the Secret Keeper once he returned from his mission, but instead of heading to Dumbledore's office, he found himself drawn to Peter's house.
"I'll just check in on Peter and then head to Dumbledore's," Sirius had told himself.
But as he approached the house, he realized it was empty. No sign of Peter. Sirius's mind raced with thoughts of the worst.
"Maybe Peter was killed," Sirius thought, his heart racing. "But there's no sign of struggle. Something's odd."
Sirius's first instinct was to check on James, Lily, and his godson Harry. He quickly started his Flying Motorcycle again and flew off in full speed towards Godric's Hollow.
"I have to make sure they're safe," Sirius said to himself, his mind filled with a sense of foreboding.
As he flew, Sirius couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He had a bad feeling about this.
The Potter's secret house was a charming cottage nestled in the heart of Godric's Hollow. It was a deliberate choice, made for two specific reasons. Firstly, the grandeur of Potter Manor, the family's ancestral home, made it unsuitable for the Fidelius Charm, a powerful spell that would conceal the house's location from others.
The second reason was even more significant: Potter Manor's existence was a closely guarded secret. Not even Dumbledore, nor James Potter himself, knew of its existence. This was because Charles Potter, James' father, had deliberately kept it hidden. As a head Auror, Charles had understood the importance of secrecy.
Charles had lived in Potter Manor for a time but found it isolating. When James was just five years old, Charles moved to Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow, seeking a more communal life for his son. James, being so young, had no memory of the manor.
The cottage, therefore, became the Potters' secret home, hidden from the world, and protected by the Fidelius Charm. Only those closest to the family knew of its existence, and the location remained a closely guarded secret.
Charles and Dorea Potter, James' parents, had intended to reveal the existence of Potter Manor to their son on his 17th birthday, when he would have come of age. However, fate had other plans. Tragically, Charles and Dorea were killed by Death Eaters when James was just 16 years old. This meant that the knowledge of the Manor's existence was lost forever, known only to the Gringotts Goblins who had managed the Potter family's assets.
James had never had the opportunity to meet with the Goblins regarding his inheritance, as the war had made it impossible. And so, the Manor remained a secret, its existence a mere whisper in the wind. It was a cruel twist of fate that the Potters, who could have found refuge in the Manor, were instead hidden in the Cottage in Godric's Hollow. Now, there was nothing that could change the course of events that had unfolded.
The reality was stark: the Potters were gone, and the Manor, with all its secrets and history, remained unknown, a hidden chapter in the story of the wizarding world.
As Sirius reached Potter's Cottage, his worst fears turned true. The cottage was in ruins, the sealing blasted apart. He ran inside, hoping against hope that his friends were alright. But as he entered, he was met with a sight that made his blood run cold. James, his dear friend, his brother in all but blood, was lying on the floor, his eyes open in a permanent stare. He had been killed by the Killing Curse.
Sirius's heart was heavy with grief as he searched the house for others. He went upstairs, and there, he found Lily, dead similarly, her eyes frozen in a permanent gaze. He had always thought of her as a sister, and now she was gone.
But then, he heard a faint crying sound. Harry, his godson, just 15 months old, was alive. Sirius's heart leapt with hope as he ran towards the crib. And there, he saw Harry, surrounded by a wall that was about to fall, but somehow, miraculously, a shield had formed around him, protecting him from harm. It was Harry's accidental magic that had saved him.
"Oh, Harry," Sirius whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "You're alive. You're alive, and I'm going to take care of you."
Sirius waved his wand and vanished the wall that had been about to fall on Harry. As the dust settled, he gazed at Harry, his heart aching at the sight of the little boy's distress. There was a mark and a wound on Harry's forehead, and he was crying uncontrollably.
When Harry saw Sirius, he let out a loud wail and screamed, "Unca Pafoo, Unca Pafoo!!!" Sirius was also crying, but he composed himself and gently pacified Harry.
"No problem, Harry, you have Padfoot," Sirius said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I will not let any harm come to you. Remember, Harry, your mom and dad love you a lot. Uncle Padfoot also loves you a lot. Uncle Moony and Uncle Pet..."
Sirius's words trailed off as he pulled Harry into a tight embrace, trying to comfort the distraught child. He rocked Harry back and forth, whispering softly into his ear, "You're safe now, Harry. You're safe."
Sirius's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed at Harry, his heart shattered into a million pieces. He had just lost his best friend, James, the one person who had stood by him through thick and thin, even when his own family had disowned him. And now, James was gone, taken from him by the cruel hand of fate. Lily, too, was dead, her bright smile and infectious laugh silenced forever.
But as he looked at Harry, Sirius knew he had to be strong. He had to be strong for his godson, for the little boy who was now his responsibility. He took a deep breath and composed himself, his voice shaking slightly as he spoke.
As he spoke, Sirius pulled Harry into a tight embrace, his tears falling onto the little boy's hair. He rocked Harry back and forth, trying to comfort him, trying to ease his pain. He knew it was a futile effort, but he had to try. For Harry's sake, he had to be strong.
Sirius's mind raced with anger and betrayal as he realized that Peter, his so-called friend, had betrayed the Potters. He thought to himself, "That scoundrel Peter has betrayed the Potters! There was no sign of him struggling at home, the bastard!"
Just then, Hagrid arrived and informed Sirius that, on Dumbledore's orders, Harry was to be given to him. Sirius was hesitant at first, but after some coaxing, he finally relented, trusting Dumbledore's judgment.
As Hagrid prepared to leave with Harry, Sirius handed over his motorcycle, saying, "Take this, Hagrid. You'll need it."
But as soon as Hagrid left, Sirius regretted not telling him about the Secret Keeper. He tried to send a message to Patronus, but he didn't have the strength to gather happy memories. He couldn't even write a letter, and his condition was too dire to think about it.
Consumed by fire, pain, and anger, Sirius took a step he would later regret. His heart was filled with a burning desire for revenge against Peter, and he set out to confront him, despite his weakened state.
The consequences of Sirius's actions were devastating. He was arrested by Aurors and trapped by Peter, who had cut his finger to betray him. In the ensuing chaos, 12 Muggles lost their lives. To make matters worse, Sirius was sentenced to Azkaban without a trial.
As he sat in his dark cell, Sirius's mind was consumed by one thought: "What would happen to Harry now?" He had failed his godson, and the weight of that failure was crushing him.
"I should have been more careful," Sirius thought to himself. "I should have protected Harry better."
But it was too late now. Sirius was trapped in Azkaban, and Harry was left to fend for himself. The thought of it was almost too much to bear.
"What will become of him?" Sirius wondered, his heart heavy with worry. "Will he be safe? Will he be happy?"
The questions swirled in his mind, tormenting him as he sat in the darkness of his cell.
As the sun began to set, the tabby cat, Minerva McGonagall in her Animagus form, stretched out her feline body, arching her back and extending her claws. She had been sitting on the wall for hours, watching the Dursleys' home with a keen eye. Though she was bored, she was determined to see her mission through.
Minerva had known Lily and James Potter well, and they had been among her favorite people. She had developed a strong bond with them, and they had looked upon her as a close family friend. In fact, Lily had often tried to get baby Harry to call Minerva "Granma" whenever they met before they went into hiding. James would jokingly try to get him to call her "Granma Minnie".
With a flick of her tail, Minerva jumped down from the wall and padded silently towards the Dursleys' front door. She had come to break the news of Lily's death to Petunia, and she was determined to do it in person.
"I must do this," Minerva said to herself, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "I owe it to Lily and James to tell Petunia the truth."
Minerva McGonagall's eyes sparkled with warmth as she thought about James Potter. He had been a mischievous one, always getting into trouble, but he had also been incredibly smart and a staunch supporter of goodness. She had been delighted to see him and Lily together, and had been honored when they asked her to be a part of their lives.
As she thought about it, Minerva's mind wandered to the time when Harry was born. She had been the next person to hold him in her lap, after James and Lily, and had felt a deep sense of joy and connection to the little family. With neither James nor Lily having parents alive at the time, Minerva had been happy to fill in as a surrogate grandmother figure.
"Ah, those were happy times," Minerva thought to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.
But what had really touched her heart was when James had accepted Sirius as his brother, despite Sirius' own family rejecting him. Minerva had been deeply moved by James' kindness and generosity, and had felt proud to call him her student.
"James was a true Gryffindor, through and through," Minerva thought, her eyes shining with pride.
Minerva McGonagall's mind was racing with thoughts of Sirius Black's fate. She couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen to him now. She knew he was a volatile person, prone to acting impulsively, and she worried that he might do something rash. But at the same time, she understood that he had just lost his best friend, his family, and his entire world had been turned upside down.
All Minerva could think was that Sirius had to take the right step for Harry's sake. But even if he didn't, who could blame him? The Potter family had been destroyed in one night, wiped out by the Voldemort. And yet, Harry, Sirius' godson, was still alive. It was all so difficult for Minerva to believe, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was still in shock.
After all, everything she had heard was hearsay, and until she was completely convinced of the facts, she couldn't bring herself to tell Petunia. She needed to know more, to understand the full extent of what had happened, before she could even begin to process it all.
Minerva McGonagall's thoughts turned to the Dursleys, and her expression twisted in distaste. "And Petunia!!" she thought to herself, "What a family they were, the Dursleys. Such a spoiled child, a gossiping mother, and a wicked father." She had never encountered a more unpleasant group of Muggles in her life.
It was hard for Minerva to believe that Petunia was actually Lily's sister, her real sister. The two women couldn't have been more different. While Lily was kind, gentle, and loving, Petunia was cruel, selfish, and heartless. Minerva couldn't help but wonder how two people who shared the same blood could turn out so differently.
As Minerva McGonagall stood there, her mind racing with thoughts of the Dursleys, she saw a figure approaching. It was Albus Dumbledore, and her heart sank. She had been dreading this moment, and now her worst fears were confirmed.
"Professor Dumbledore," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I had heard...I had heard that Lily and James were..."
"Yes, Minerva," Dumbledore said gently. "I'm afraid it's true. They're gone."
Minerva felt a wave of grief wash over her, but she quickly composed herself. "And what about Harry?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears. "Can I keep him with me? I'll take care of him, I promise."
Dumbledore's expression was sympathetic, but firm. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Minerva. Harry needs to be protected, and the Dursleys are the best place for him right now."
Minerva was taken aback. "But why?" she insisted. "What about Sirius? Can't he take care of Harry?"
Dumbledore hesitated, and for a moment, Minerva thought she saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. But then, he spoke, his voice firm. "Sirius is not an option, Minerva. And as for why, well...it's all quite complicated. Let's just say that Harry needs to be hidden, and the Dursleys are the best place for him to be hidden."
Minerva was not convinced. She knew Dumbledore was hiding something, and she was determined to find out what it was. "I don't understand," she said, her voice firm. "There's something else going on here, something you're not telling me."
Dumbledore's expression turned serious, and he spoke in a low tone. "Minerva, trust me. This is for the best. Harry needs to be protected, and the Dursleys are the best place for him right now."
Minerva nodded, but she was not giving up. She knew that there was more to the story, and she was determined to find out what it was.
As Dumbledore and McGonagall departed, little Harry stirred, turning onto his side and clutching the letter tightly in his small fist. He was perhaps sleeping peacefully for the last time, oblivious to the momentous events that would unfold tomorrow. Unaware that the safety of the entire wizarding world would soon rest on his tender shoulders. Unaware that hundreds of wizards were raising their glasses in a toast to the Boy Who Lived.
But even in the midst of such uncertainty, there was hope. Harry's life was about to become a tangled web of problems and sorrows, but it was also a life full of promise and possibility. As he slumbered, the letter crumpled in his hand, he was unaware of the incredible journey that lay ahead. A journey that would test his courage, his heart, and his very soul. But for now, he slept, innocent and unaware, with the weight of his destiny yet to be revealed.
Dumbledore was deep in thought, struggling to decipher the best course of action. The fact that Harry had been saved was a perplexing puzzle for many, but Dumbledore had recognized the ancient magic at play. However, he was certain that Voldemort was not yet vanquished. The Dark Lord's malevolent presence still lingered, and Harry's safety was of paramount importance.
"That's why I placed blood wards on Privet Drive," Dumbledore said to himself, his eyes gleaming with a hint of nostalgia. "An old magic, indeed. One that would protect Harry from harm, at least for the time being."
As he pondered the complexities of the situation, Dumbledore's mind wandered back to the events that had transpired. He recalled the sheer horror of Voldemort's attack on the Potters, the brutal slaughter of James and Lily, and the inexplicable survival of their infant son. The mystery of Harry's resilience was a fascinating enigma, one that Dumbledore was determined to unravel.
"But for now," he mused, "Harry must be kept safe. The blood wards will hold, I am certain of it. Yet, I must remain vigilant, for Voldemort's influence is far-reaching, and his followers are still at large."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with a hint of wisdom as he made Severus Snape the Potions Master. "I have every confidence in your abilities, Severus," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "And I must say, your...let's call it 'devotion' to Harry's protection is most reassuring."
Severus's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of emotion danced in his eyes. "I will do everything in my power to ensure the boy's safety, Headmaster," he replied, his voice low and gravelly.
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I knew I could count on you, Severus. Your testimony in my favour has proven invaluable. You have shown yourself to be a true ally."
But Dumbledore's thoughts were not entirely consumed by Severus. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he thought of Sirius Black, who had been denied a trial. "The evidence against him was overwhelming," Dumbledore sighed, shaking his head. "I fear Sirius was indeed the Secret Keeper..."
Fudge, on the other hand, had been made the Minister, and Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the wizarding world under his leadership. "Time will tell," he mused, his eyes clouding over with concern.
Minerva McGonagall's mind was racing with questions and doubts. She had been shocked to learn that Sirius Black, a wizard she had considered a friend, had betrayed the Potters to Voldemort. But Dumbledore's silence on the matter only added to her confusion.
One day, she decided to confront Dumbledore directly. "Albus, I came to tell you that I am going out of school for a few days," she said, her eyes searching for answers.
Dumbledore looked up from his desk, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "No problem, Minerva. Can I know why? You have never asked me anything like this in all these years?"
Minerva took a deep breath before responding. "Oh, ha! I am going to meet Harry."
Dumbledore's expression turned serious. "I am sorry, Minerva, but you cannot go there. And before you ask anything, keep in mind that whatever I tell you, no one should know about it."
Minerva's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean?"
Dumbledore's eyes seemed to cloud over, his voice taking on a somber tone. "Actually, Harry was saved because of Lily. Because of her sacrifice, Harry is alive today."
Minerva's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling with the implications. "Lily's sacrifice?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Yes, Minerva. Lily's love and sacrifice are what saved Harry that night. But that is all I can say for now."
Minerva McGonagall's eyes were wide with understanding as Dumbledore explained the reasoning behind Harry's living arrangements. "And this is the reason why Harry has to live with those Muggles," he said, his voice filled with a hint of regret.
"Because as long as Harry stays with a blood relative and calls their house his home, till then Harry will be safe from external threats...i.e., Voldemort and his Death Eaters," Dumbledore continued, his eyes serious.
Minerva nodded, her mind racing with the implications. "But, if wizards go there, then there can be weakness in the wards," she said, her voice filled with concern.
"Exactly," Dumbledore replied. "Since Lily's sister is not a witch, although we can't say anything with certainty about it, but Harry's life is more important than all this. So, please don't take this risk."
Minerva McGonagall's eyes widened in understanding as Dumbledore explained the situation. "Once Harry turns 11 and his magical core is stable, then this won't be a problem, but Harry will have to stay there till the age of 17," he said, his voice filled with a hint of regret.
Minerva's expression turned sympathetic. "I see," she said, her voice soft. "And that's why you've forbidden Remus from going there, isn't it?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, and Remus has some personal reasons too," he added, his eyes clouding over.
Minerva nodded, her mind racing with the implications. She realized that she couldn't meet Harry even if she wanted to. And even if she wrote a letter, what would she do when Harry asked her to meet him? No, she would have to wait for Harry to come to Hogwarts.
"I understand, Albus," she said finally, her voice firm. "I'll respect your wishes and keep my distance. But it's hard to think of that dear boy living with those Muggles for so long."
Dumbledore's expression turned somber. "I know, Minerva. But it's for his own protection. We must put Harry's safety above all else."
Minerva McGonagall's mind was racing with thoughts of Sirius Black's betrayal. "And Sirius, how can he do this and he hasn't been given a trial, Albus!!!" she exclaimed to herself.
Dumbledore's expression turned solemn. "Yes, that's it, have you heard about the Fidelius charm?" he asked, his eyes clouding over.
Minerva nodded, her eyes widening in horror. "Meaning, Sirius betrayed them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dumbledore's expression turned sad. "Yes, Minerva, that's true. That's why I didn't put much effort into getting him a trial. Crouch would not have accepted it, anyway."
Minerva nodded, her mind reeling with the implications. She left Dumbledore's office, still wondering how Sirius could have committed such a heinous act. But deep inside her heart, maybe she knew that Sirius was innocent.
"How could he do this?" she thought to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. But a small voice in her mind whispered, "Maybe he didn't." Minerva pushed the thought aside, but it lingered, refusing to be silenced.
A thought crept into Dumbledore's mind, lingering like a shadow. "Am I doing the right thing?" he wondered. But he pushed the doubt aside, knowing that Harry's safety was paramount. Only Dumbledore knew the truth - that Harry was the chosen one, destined to defeat Voldemort. For the first time, he regretted hearing the prophecy, wishing he could turn back time. But if it hadn't happened, perhaps Harry wouldn't be alive today.
Dumbledore's eyes clouded over as he thought of the Potters. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't save them. The weight of responsibility settled heavy on his shoulders. He didn't want to play with Harry's life, but he had no other option. If only Sirius hadn't betrayed the Potters, maybe Harry's burden wouldn't have fallen on him.
"Ah, the twists of fate," Dumbledore sighed, his eyes gazing into the distance. "If only things had been different." But he knew he couldn't change the past. All he could do was protect Harry and prepare him for the destiny that lay ahead. With a heavy heart, Dumbledore steeled himself for the challenges to come.
Remus Lupin's world was shattered. His family was destroyed, his best friends James and Peter were dead, and Sirius, the one person he thought he could trust, had betrayed them. And then there was Harry, his beloved Harry, left all alone. Remus's heart ached as he thought of the little boy, abandoned and vulnerable.
"If only I wasn't a werewolf," Remus thought to himself, "maybe I could have raised Harry." But he knew that was impossible. He was afraid of hurting the boy, and Dumbledore had convinced him to stay away.
"I understand, Remus," Dumbledore had said. "Your safety is important, but Harry's safety is paramount. You cannot have any contact with him."
Remus knew it was the right decision, but it broke his heart. He would pent the next few years in solitude, his life empty and meaningless. He wondered if he would ever find a purpose again.
"I'll leave England," Remus decided. "I'll start anew, somewhere far away from the pain and the memories."
But fate had other plans. Little did Remus know that in a few years, he would be drawn back to Harry and Hogwarts, his life intertwining with the young boy's in ways he could never have imagined.
Dumbledore had placed Harry with the Muggles, hoping that he would be safe from the dangers of the wizarding world. Although he knew that Petunia, Harry's aunt, had never loved Lily, Harry's mother, he had hoped that she would at least treat Harry fairly, if not equally. But, as it turned out, Dumbledore was wrong.
Still, Dumbledore knew he had to keep an eye on Harry, but the problem was how to do it without putting the wards in danger. If a wizard was placed with the Muggles, the wards could be compromised, and if a Muggle was kept to keep an eye on Harry, how would they contact Dumbledore in case of an incident? And neither would they be able to understand the magical events that might unfold.
Dumbledore was in a dilemma, but then he thought of his old friend Arabella Figg, a Squib. "Yes, she will be perfect," he exclaimed, a plan forming in his mind. "She can keep an eye on Harry without compromising the wards, and I can trust her to contact me if anything happens."
Finally, Dumbledore had found a way to ensure Harry's safety, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. "Ah, Arabella, my dear friend," he said to himself, "I knew I could count on you."
Soon, Dumbledore arranged for Mrs. Figg to move into the house on Privet Drive, right next to the Dursleys. "I want you to keep an eye on Harry, my dear Arabella," he instructed her. "Since Petunia has a dislike for magic, I fear she may not treat him with the kindness he deserves. If anything becomes too much, please do not hesitate to contact me."
Dumbledore felt a sense of relief wash over him as he left Mrs. Figg in charge. "Ah, finally, Harry will be safe," he thought to himself. "And if anything goes awry, Mrs. Figg will surely inform me."
But, as it turned out, Dumbledore's trust was misplaced. The Dursleys, although seemingly bumbling and foolish, were actually quite cunning. Little did they know, however, that their schemes would come to light, and the truth would finally be revealed , some day.
A/n: Hey ! I hope you like it !. Well I am a big Hinny shipper and when I was writing my other story , which is a reaction Book I made a little changes to make it a Hinny story from start but still sticked to canon , I got this idea that what if the story would actually have taken that way but this time not to stick with canon but instead work it out in a different way. I know that I said I am busy and not uploading chapters in other story frequently but I am still there and fyi I am planning for new chapters in detail before publishing so that the story could be as perfect as possible. I have already planned about 40 chapters for Petunia story and still more are to be done and then planned to make Vial of Memoirs a less chapter story by covering each book in two or three parts while the way to Second chance as a very big 200 chapter long one. And in between them I got this idea so I just worked on it so that I do not waste the idea . If you are still there , Thank You for reading .
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