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Chloë Snape: A Biography	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters in it. I make no money on this fanfiction. I own Chloë Snape. Any resemblance of her to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter List
- 1-Getting to Hogwarts
- 2-Houses Divided
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“Chloë Eileen Snape was born on October 13^th in 1980 to Lily Snape (née Evans) and Severus Snape, the Hero of the First Wizarding War. She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1991, alongside many other famous individuals, such as Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Hermione Granger. Her school life at Hogwarts was, at once, the most amazing and the most terrible time of her life.”

~Chloë Snape: A Biography

Chloë had never been more excited. Severus Snape watched her bubble enthusiastically about Hogwarts since she had gotten her letter. If she got any more excited, he was worried she’d inadvertently set the house on fire. His daughter was cooing happily over her brand new barn owl. It didn’t look particularly special in any sort of way, though it was rather small, but Chloë had insisted that the bird was to be hers.

“Come on, I’ll take you for some ice cream.” He promised, watching her struggle with the cage for a moment. He didn’t dare try to help her. She had reached the approximate age where she was completely independent from her parents and could do anything herself. He was sure she got it from her mother. Or the books she read.

“Father, can I get hot fudge on top?” She asked, carrying the large cage awkwardly. She was petite in the eleven-year-old way, but neither her father nor her mother was quite sure she was going to grow much larger.

“You can even have a cherry.” He promised.

“Are you babying her again?” Lily Snape joined them outside.

“Did you get my books?” The girl asked excitedly.

“Of course, darling.” She ruffled Chloë’s bright red hair and showed her the parcel of books. “We’re off to get ice cream, I assume?” Her green eyes were laughing.

“Mum, this is Oliver.” Chloë said, showing off the bird.

“He’s beautiful.” Her mother linked arms with her father and they followed their hyperactive daughter through Diagon Alley. “He’s rather small, isn’t he?” She whispered to him.

“She had to have him.” He rolled his eyes.

“She has you wrapped.” She laughed.

“Chloë come back here!” He called, eyeing how the eleven-year-old threatened to disappear into the crowd. The girl waited patiently for her parents to catch up.

“Lily?” Chloë hid mostly behind Severus’ legs, staring at the man with messy black hair before them.

“Hello, James.” Lily said, civilly.

“Is this your daughter?” He looked at her through round spectacles. Chloë hugged her cage closer to her. Her father’s hand on her shoulder urged her to stop hiding.

“This is Chloë.” Severus said.

“Wow, she looks just like you, Lils.” The man laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “Oh, this is my son, Harry. He’s also off to Hogwarts this year.” A boy Chloë’s age stepped around his father’s legs and stared at her. He looked almost identical to his father.

“Your owl is tiny.” He asked. “Why’d you get that one?”

“This is Oliver.” Chloë said. “Do you have an owl?”

“Yes.” The boy held up a snowy owl. “Her name is Hedwig.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“I’m Harry Potter.” The boy said, offering his hand.

“Chloë. Chloë Snape.” She took his hand and shook it, the way her father taught her.

“Well, we have to be going.” Lily said. “Chloë here has a robe fitting.” Her mother’s hand was firm on her shoulder, pulling her back towards them.

“It was nice to see you, Lily.” The man said, holding onto Harry’s shoulder. Chloë’s father led them away, holding tightly to Chloë’s hand.

“Who was that, Father?” She asked.

“Do you remember the story about the man who wanted to marry your mum?” Severus asked.

“But he was a right git to you and Mum said no.” Chloë nodded.

“That was him.” Her father looked smug.

“Your father likes it when we meet up with him unexpectedly, because James gets really jealous.” Lily rolled her eyes.

“If I have to go to my robe fitting, how will I get ice cream?” Chloë asked.

“Always remembering what’s important.” Her father laughed. “I’ll get it for you while you’re getting fitted.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and disappeared in the throng of shoppers.

“I’ll have to sit outside with Oliver.” Her mother said. “Madam Malkin doesn’t like animals inside her shop.” Chloë frowned. As independent as she believed she was, she still didn’t like dealing with adults in public, especially when they all treated her like a four-year-old instead of an eleven-year-old. But her father had already left…

“Hello?” She entered the building slowly, glancing back at her mother, who was smiling serenely, keeping a firm hold on all the parcels they had bought.

“Hogwarts, dear?” A short witch smiled. “Got the lot here – a young man being fitted up just now, in fact.” In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Chloë instantly recognized him as Draco Malfoy. The pair had been summer friends as long as either of them could remember. Their fathers had been friends for a lot longer than that. Madam Malkin stood Chloë on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over her head, and began to pin it to the right length.

“Hello, Chloë.” Draco said, “Ready for Hogwarts?”

“Yes.” Chloë felt more comfortable with someone her age next to her.

“My father’s next door buying my books and mother’s up the street looking at wands. Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow. Have you got your own broom, yet?”

“No.” Chloë had been begging her parents for years.

“Play Quidditch at all since our last match?” Chloë had destroyed Draco in their last match and he was still a little sore about it.

“All the time.” Chloë smiled. Severus loved to brag on her whenever he got together with his friends.

“I do, too. I’ve gotten significantly better since June. Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree.” Draco said.

“My father says the same thing about me.” Chloë replied. Draco was more than a little stuck-up, but Chloë was used to dealing with people of that sort. A lot of the wizarding children she knew were stuck up in some way or another.

“Know what house you’ll be in yet?”

“No.” Chloë replied. “Father was in Slytherin, but Mum was in Gryffindor, so I’m not really sure.”

“Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I’ll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” Draco asked.

“I don’t think so.” Chloë said. “It’d be more of a hassle trying to go Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, plus the professors at Hogwarts are much better.”

“That’s true.” Draco sighed.

“That’s you done, my dear.” Madam Malkin said, smiling.

“Well, I’ll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose.” Draco said.

“Bye!” Chloë hopped off the footstool and met her mother in the front of the shop.

“Go deal with your father.” Lily rolled her eyes. Chloë laughed and joined her father outside.

“I got one for myself.” Severus grinned, handing over a large chocolate ice cream. Chloë sat down on the bench next to him, grinning.

“Mum sent me out to look after you.” She informed her father.

“She’s such a killjoy.” He replied, rolling his eyes. Chloë laughed.

“Are we going to get my wand next?” She asked, eating her ice cream with all the daintiness of a hyperactive eleven-year-old.

“Of course we are.” He mother stepped out of Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions and eyed her husband critically.

“What?” He asked. “I’m enjoying my treat.” He gave Chloë a conspiratorial look. “Aren’t you?”

“Of course, Father.” She giggled. The family meandered their way down the street, stopping before Ollivander’s. Chloë had scarfed down her treat and her mother stopped them from going in to clean the chocolate from the girls face. “Mum!”

“Don’t fuss.” Her mother ordered, wiping the last remains of ice cream from her daughter’s face before the trio walked into the shop.

“Good afternoon.” Chloë jumped as an old man with wide, pale eyes appeared in front of her. He hadn’t used any magic, but he had somehow snuck up on her.

“Hello.” Chloë mumbled.

“Ah yes. Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Chloë Snape.” It wasn’t a question. “You look precisely like your mother.” He turned to acknowledge her mother. “Lily Snape, how nice to see you again.” He bowed his head. “Willow, ten and a quarter inches long, rather swishy, wasn’t it?” Lily smiled.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded.

“Severus. Birch, thirteen and three-quarters inches, bendy, yes?”

“Yes, sir.” Severus nodded.

“Now, Ms. Snape.” Mr. Ollivander turned to Chloë. “Which is your wand arm?”

“I’m left-handed.” The girl said brightly, holding out her arm.

“Daddy! I’m going to Hogwarts!” Chloë tackled Severus, squealing happily.

“I know.” Severus chuckled. His daughter had gotten progressively more and more excited as August passed by.

“Chloë, dear, have you finished packing?” Lily called from another room.

“She finished packing three days ago.” Severus started tickling Chloë.

“Well, she hasn’t packed her necessities.” Lily stuck her head into the room. “I know because her toothbrush is still in the bathroom.” She watched the pair wrestle in the living room for a few minutes with a fond smile. “And we have to leave soon.”

“Oh no!” Chloë squealed, squirming away from Severus and scampering up the stairs.

“She’s not done packing, is she?” Severus asked his wife.

“Nope.” Lily helped her husband off the floor.

“Why am I not surprised?” He asked.

“Because she’s just like you.” Chloë sprinted back into the room, a small bag in hand.

“Mum! Where’s my jumper?”

“It’s in your bag, dear.” Lily sighed, shaking her head.

“Oh.” The girl paused. “I’m done then!” Severus snorted. Chloë stuck her tongue out at her father. Lily checked her watch.

“We have to go now, so you aren’t late for the train.” She said. Severus wasn’t entirely sure how his daughter managed to shove him all the way to the car.

“Daddy! You’re doing this on purpose!” Chloë whined.

“Doing what?” He grinned.

“Daddy!” She stomped her foot and pouted.

“Chloë Eileen, what have we said about that?” Lily said, eyeing her daughter’s behavior.

“Don’t do it.” She grumbled. “But Daddy won’t move! Daddy’s going to make me late!”

“Chloë, calm down.” Severus bent down to his daughter. She was far more emotional than he had ever been, but he hoped that after her teenaged years she would have more control. “You’re not late.”

“Yet!” She stopped pouting at least. And she hadn’t started crying.

“Then get in!” He opened the door to the car and she frowned for a second before hopping in. He slid into the passenger seat, double checking to make sure Chloë was buckled in properly before buckling himself in. Lily drove them to King’s Cross, smiling at how excited Chloë was, as her babbling went on and on. Technically, Chloë could just go to Hogwarts with Severus, as she had when she was younger for visits, but Lily was adamant that she spend time with her peers without Severus intimidating them.

“Mummy, can I owl you every week?” Chloë asked.

“Honey, you may owl me every day, if you’d like.” Lily said. She knew that if she didn’t hear from her daughter, her husband would be bound to floo her to inform her of Chloë’s every move.

“Okay!” Chloë continued to babble happily until they stopped in front of the brick wall. She froze.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Severus asked. Chloë looked at him like his words had been blasphemous.

“I can do it myself.” She sniffed. Severus rolled his eyes and Lily shot him a look. Severus backed off the trolley and Chloë struggled to move the thing forward. Severus stepped forward to help her but Lily held him back. He watched as Chloë slowly managed to work up some momentum with the cart before heading for the brick wall. She disappeared through it and Severus released the breath he had been holding.

“She’s going to be fine.” Lily muttered to Severus as they headed for the wall. “Plus, she’s always got her daddy there for her.”

“I can’t show any favoritism, though.” Severus frowned.

“Don’t worry.” Lily said as they entered Platform 9 ¾. Chloë was staring at the scarlet train in awe. She turned a grin on her parents as Severus took the trolley from her.

“Let’s find you a compartment.” He said to his daughter.

“Do I get my very own?” She gasped.

“No.” Lily smiled. “You have to share.” Chloë stared wide-eyed as they passed groups of people. A boy lamented losing his toad while another boy with dreadlocks was showing off something in a box. Chloë followed her father towards the end of the train, trying to find an empty compartment.

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.” Chloë looked over and saw a plump, red-haired woman rubbing the nose of a boy who could only be her son. She was surrounded by two other boys, twins, and a girl who was nearly Chloë’s age, if she wasn’t already. A fourth boy strode up to them, already wearing his robes. All five children had the same flaming red hair as their mother. Severus and Lily walked past them, but Chloë stopped to watch their family. She had always wanted siblings. She wondered what it would be like not to be the only child.

“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve – you’ve blown up a toilet or –” The woman started sternly on her twins.

“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”

“Great idea though, thanks, Mom.”

“It’s not funny.” The woman insisted. “And look after Ron.” The youngest boy, who was nearly as tall as the twins, rolled his eyes. His blue eyes flickered over and caught Chloë’s green ones. They stared at each other for a moment before Severus called to Chloë.

“Come on, Chloë. I’ve found you a compartment.” Chloë glanced at her father and when she looked back at the boy, he was still staring. She hurried over to her father, who helped her up into the train. Her mother watched fondly as Severus ensured Chloë was comfortable in her compartment. Finally, a whistle sounded and Chloë had to shove Severus out of the compartment. Lily laughed. Chloë opened the window and waved at her father.

“I’ll see you at Hogwarts!” She yelled.

“I’ll beat you there!” He yelled back. Chloë stuck her tongue out and Lily laughed again.

“Have fun!” Lily called as the train started moving.

“Bye, Mum!” Chloë waved and waved and waved. She saw the red-headed girl running along the platform, trying to wave at her brothers, but soon they were out of sight. Chloë shut her window and settled down in her seat, trying to decide what she wanted to do. The compartment door slid open and the youngest red-headed boy came in.

“Anyone sitting there? Everywhere else is full.” He gestured to the seat opposite of her.

“Nope.” Chloë smiled as he sat down.

“Hey, Ron.” The red-headed twins appeared in the doorway.

“Listen, we’re going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.”

“Right.” Ron mumbled.

“Who’s this?” One twin looked at Chloë.

“A red-head who isn’t a Weasley?” The other twin grinned.

“I’m Chloë Snape.” She said.

“Snape?”

“Daughter of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?”

“Actually,” Chloë smiled, “Father is going to be the Potions professor now.”

“Slughorn finally retired, did he?” The twins chorused.

“Yeah, I don’t know who the new Defense professor is.” Chloë nodded.

“Oh, well.” The twins shrugged. “Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. Ron’s our brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Chloë said. The twins grinned.

“See you later, then.”

“Bye.” Chloë and Ron said. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

“How many brothers have you got?” Chloë asked.

“Five.” Ron said, gloomily. “I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.”

“I don’t have any siblings.” Chloë said. “My parents have tried. It sucks because I don’t know what it’s like to have one sibling, much less five.”

“You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes and Charlie’s old wand.” Ron said, his ears going pink.

“What’s your Quidditch team?” Chloë asked.

“Chudley Cannons.” Ron immediately grinned. Chloë burst out laughing and Ron’s ears stayed pink. “Who’s your team?” He asked defensively.

“Holyhead Harpies.” Chloë replied.

“They’re all girls.” Ron complained.

“At least they still win.” Chloë said. They both laughed. They talked and argued for a long time about Quidditch, subsequently ignoring the smiling woman with the cart full of candy and the boy who had been looking for his toad. Ron was imitating a Quidditch maneuver when the compartment door slid open. The boy who had lost his toad had returned with a girl with lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth.

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one.” She said in a bossy voice. Ron’s ears turned pink and he plopped down in his seat.

“No, we haven’t. Sorry.” Chloë replied.

“What were you doing?” She was at once curious and suspicious.

“We’re talking about Quidditch.” Ron said, moodily.

“Have you got a team?” Chloë asked.

“Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard – I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?” She said all this very fast.

“I’m Ron Weasley.” Ron muttered.

“Chloë Snape.” Chloë said.

“Are you really?” Hermione asked. “The daughter of Severus Snape, correct? He’s a hero, you know. He helped Dumbledore defeat You-Know-Who in the war and he helped convert a lot of Death Eaters to Dumbledore’s side as a double-agent. He’s been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for years. I’ve heard he’s going to teach Potions now, though.” Hermione said quickly.

“Yeah. Father told me all about it.” Chloë said mildly.

“Anyway, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.” And she left, Neville on her heels. Chloë opened her mouth to say something to Ron when the compartment door slid open yet again.

“Here you are.” Draco Malfoy said. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Well, you found me in the last place you looked.” Chloë grinned.

“Who are you?” Ron asked.

“Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Draco said. Ron coughed, trying to hide a snigger. “Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Wealseys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”

“Draco!” Chloë snapped. “I happen to have red hair, too!”

“But…” Draco and Ron glowered at each other. Chloë popped them both upside the head and they looked at her, affronted.

“You’re both my friends, and I will not have any infighting. If you don’t get along now, I’ll beat you both bloody.” She snapped.

“He insulted my family!” Ron whined.

“He laughed at my name!” Draco replied. Chloë hit them again.

“Apologize. Both of you.” She ordered.

“Sorry.” Ron muttered.

“Apologies.” Draco mumbled.

“Ron, laughing at someone’s name is mean, you should know better. Draco, you know your father was being facetious. It’s not their fault they don’t have the resources your family does.” Chloë said.

“Sorry.” Draco held his hand out to Ron. Ron hesitated, but at Chloë’s look, he shook Draco’s hand. “Let’s start over. Draco Malfoy.”

“Ron Weasley.” Ron nodded.

“Are you bullying students again, Malfoy?” A haughty voice came from the compartment door. They turned to see Harry Potter, flanked by two other boys. “See? I told you he’s a stinking Slytherin.” He said to his friends.

“No one’s bullying anyone here except you, Potter.” Chloë said coolly, stepping between Harry and Draco.

“I’d be careful if I were you, Snape.” Harry said, eyes narrowing. “You hang around riffraff like the Malfoys, and it’ll rub off on you.”

“Say that again.” Draco snarled.

“Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?” Harry sneered.

“Unless you get out now.” Ron said, at Chloë’s shoulder.

“But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys?” Harry said.

“Potter, if you want to add to you fan club, you’ll have to go elsewhere.” Chloë said.

“Here, we appreciate intelligence.” Draco said.

“Something you seem to be lacking.” Ron added. Harry flushed angrily and tensed, but Chloë whipped out her wand before he could move.

“Want to try me, Potter? I’m sure your father taught you all sorts of neat tricks.” Chloë said. “But my father helped save the wizarding world as we know it. I bet my tricks are better.”

“Come on.” Harry growled, stalking away with his two flunkies behind him.

“That’s Harry Potter?” Ron asked. “What a git.”

“His father bullied my father all seven years they were at Hogwarts.” Chloë said. “They both liked my mum, but my father was always nice to her. His father was the reason my father turned to dark magic, but my mum was the reason he turned double agent.”

“No wonder he hates you.” Ron said. “But why does he hate Malfoy?”

“His father works at the Ministry with my father. They don’t get along.” Draco said. “Doesn’t your father work there, too?”

“Yeah. He’s never mentioned your father, though.” Ron replied.

“Well, I’m going to avoid Potter as much as possible. I don’t want to have to think about him. He doesn’t deserve even that much.” Chloë said, sitting down again.

“What’s your Quidditch team, Draco?” Ron asked, sitting, too.

“Tutshill Tornados.” Draco said, as if it should be obvious. Ron groaned and Chloë laughed. “Why? I know hers is the Harpies.”

“Chudley Cannons!” Ron said.

“Merlin, no.” Draco sounded offended that Ron should even say the name. Chloë kept laughing and laughing as Draco and Ron argued about their teams the rest of the journey to Hogwarts. Hermione came around again and reminded them to change into their robes before they arrived. They tugged their jackets off and pulled their robes on. Ron’s were too short as his sneakers could be seen underneath them.

“We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be taken to the school separately.” A voice echoed throughout the train as they finished changing. Ron looked pale, as did Draco, but Chloë couldn’t tell if Draco was any paler than normal. They joined the crowd pushing their way out of the train after it stopped at a dark platform.

“Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here!” A giant of a man, with a face nearly completely obscured by a long, shaggy man of hair and a wild, tangled beard approached them, carrying a lamp in the darkness. His eyes glittered like black beetles surrounded by all the hair. “C’mon, follow me – any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!”

“Isn’t that Hagrid, the gamekeeper?” Ron whispered, as they stumbled their way along behind the giant in the dark.

“I think so.” Chloë replied.

“Is he half-giant?” Draco asked.

“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” Hagrid called, “Jus’ round this bend here.” Everyone froze in awe as they rounded the bend and saw a massive castle sparkling across a large black lake. Chloë grinned at the sight. Her father had been taking her to Hogwarts as long as she could remember, but Ron and Draco had never seen it before.

“No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boast sitting in the water by the shore. Chloë was followed into her boat by Draco, Ron, and a dark-skinned boy Chloë had never seen before.

“Everyone in?” Hagrid had a boat to himself. “Right then – FORWARD!” The fleet of boats moved all at once, gliding across the lake.

“Hello, Draco.” The black boy said, quietly.

“How are you, Blaise?” Draco asked.

“I’m fine. I was sitting with Crabbe and Goyle the whole time. They followed me everywhere.” Blaise rolled his eyes. “Finally, Theodore Nott saved me from killing myself from boredom.”

“I’m sorry.” Draco grinned. “I know how boring those two are.”

“I’m Blaise Zabini.” The boy said, looking at Chloë and Ron.

“Chloë Snape.”

“Ron Weasley.”

“Pleasure.” Blaise nodded to them and looked back at the castle.

“Heads down!” Hagrid yelled as they approached the cliff. They sailed under the cliff and reached an underground harbor beneath the castle. They all clambered out of the boats and stood, waiting for Hagrid to check all the boats.

“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” Hagrid asked Neville.

“Trevor!” Neville laughed happily. Finally, they followed Hagrid into a passageway that was carved into the rock until they stood in the grass beside the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowed around the huge, oak front door.

“Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?” Hagrid knocked three times on the door.

This came from the idea of what would have happened if Lily had married Severus instead. Right now, this is in its baby stages. I don’t really have a plot other than following Chloë through her years at Hogwarts and I don’t even have any pairings. I don’t even know what House to put her in. I’ve obviously decided to switch the roles of Draco and Harry, mostly because I hate Harry. Right now, I’m just trying to establish Chloë as an original character and not make her a Mary Sue.

If you have any ideas for me, I've set up a poll on the forums! Talk to me! I will incorporate as many suggestions as I can into this.

Link to the poll: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/42466-poll-for-chlo-snape-a-biography/

Thank you, my lovelies!

~LP
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