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The Aftermath of War	By : ReighHPFiction Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 29582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., and other assorted publishing, producing companies. I do not make money from writing this story, as I do not own any of the rights to the characters or canon plotlines.

Author's Note : First I want to say how sorry I am about the slow updating! The good news is, I quit one of my jobs! The bad-ish/good news is, I got promoted at my other job! So I'm a full-time Day Care teacher, and sometimes I literally come home and pass out on my bed immediately. Soooo that's why updates will be slow lols!

I'm also glad to see that most of you support me when I say I have no intentions of warping the plot of the story to fit certain readers wishes ^^

As always, please remember that this is not at all beta'd and it is easy to miss one's own mistakes ^^

Title : The Aftermath of War

Warnings : Slash, Ginny-Bashing, Anal, Oral, Rim, H/C, Future M-Preg, Un-Beta'd

Pairings : Lucius/Harry, George/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Narcissa/Kingsley

Chapter Nine: The Dursleys

"I think you should go see them Harry," George said after reading the letter that Dudley Dursley had written to his cousin the previous day.

Green eyes stared at him like he was insane, and it was understandable. Harry had never been particularly close to his blood relatives. Having never had a proper family before he was inducted into the Weasley Brood, Harry just didn't understand the idea that no matter how horrible they might be, family is family. Families needed to stick together, and if Dudley was willing to reach out for an apology, then in Geroge's opinion Harry should give his cousin the benefit of the doubt. Even if he never saw them again after this last time, if his Aunt and cousin were truly worried for his life, he should go show them he was alive.

"I don't know, George. I promised Uncle Vernon he'd never see me again. He doesn't want me in his house. Dudley even said in the letter he still wants nothing to do with magic," Harry replied.

The younger man sat in a chair settled on the grass of Malfoy Manor's East Garden, where they were having lunch together. Draco and his mother had left for a bit to run errands in town, but George suspected they were helping Andromeda with the planning of the upcoming funeral on Friday. Teddy was playing quietly just a few feet away, giggling at the bright red ball which continued to roll back to him no matter how far he chucked it across the grass.

"At least to show them you're still alive. They may not have been good to you Harry, and you certainly don't owe them anything. But, they're your family…the only blood family you've got left. You're the last link that your Aunt has to her sister, you're the only sibling your cousin has ever known. Even if you never saw them as anything but jailors, it makes sense that they'd be worried. You should see them once more at least, to give them some closure on the situation. Who knows…like your cousin said, one day his children might be coming to Diagon Alley to get their schoolbooks. Knowing you're here, even with your past, might make him more comfortable about accepting that fate," George explained, hoping that the younger man understood where he was coming from.

The Dursleys were awful to Harry. They starved him, were emotionally and physically abusive to him, and hated everything that he was. But, if one looked at it from their side…excluding Vernon who was just an insufferable bigot, one could see why they'd be afraid. Petunia Dursley lost her sister to a world she knew nothing about, in a horrific manner, and before they could ever reconcile their differences. She then received her nephew, was told that he was in danger from day one and that he needed protection. She knew what the Death Eaters had done to her sister, tried to do to her nephew, of course she'd be afraid of the world they came from.

Yes, a lot of her anger towards magic stemmed from the jealousy she held against Lily for being the only one of the two sisters born with magic. The fear, however, that had come from her sister's violent death at the hands of a magical madman. It only made sense she would have a deep seated fear of the world in which it happened, and that she'd instill her son with that same fear. Now, the person they'd feared their whole lives had saved theirs arses when they had given him no reason to want to do so. That person had risked his life and saved the world, and they were grateful.

"Besides, I think that your cousin wants to thank you in person. I mean, he doesn't say it outright, because he's assuming you're not even going to write him back. But, you can tell by reading the letter. You might even feel better about things after talking to them."

Harry looked pensive for a long time. His brows scrunched together and his lips pursed as his green eyes glazed over in thought. What followed was a few long moments of silence as George watched the cogs in Harry's brain turn over and over again behind those brilliant green eyes of his. Finally, Harry seemed to snap out of his reverie, sighing with a defeated shrug.

"I suppose I want to see them as well," he said reluctantly. "They may not have treated me well, which is an understatement of grave proportions, but they did put a roof over my head and risk their entire family to keep me safe for seventeen years. Whether they knew it or not."

Harry wasn't excited about going to see his relatives, no matter what they'd unintentionally done for him all these years. He knew Petunia probably understood better than her husband or son how much danger she might be in for housing Harry after his parents' death, and that was one of the questions he was going to want answered when he went to see her. She'd told him before he left that she knew exactly what the Death Eaters were like. She knew what they'd do to her if they found her. So if she knew all of that…why would she take in a child of the sister she was hatefully jealous of as well as from a world she feared?

"I still have Teddy though…I don't want to leave him alone," Harry said with a slight frown.

He didn't want to leave Teddy by himself, but he certainly didn't want to expose him to the people who'd made him feel lower than dirt his entire life. Teddy wouldn't really be alone, since there were several other people living at Malfoy Manor. It was more that Harry didn't want to leave Teddy's side while he was in charge of him. Narcissa had so much to do now that Lucius was homebound. The aforementioned man had no idea what it took to take care of a baby. Draco certainly would cry himself to sleep if Teddy managed to dirty his nappy while the Malfoy Heir was taking care of him, and Harry didn't want to burden George.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the little tyke. I'll get a kick out of changing his nappies in front of Baby Malfoy," George offered.

Harry couldn't help but laugh a bit at the idea. Draco was pretty squeamish when it came to dirty diapers. It made Harry wonder what the young man was going to do with himself in the future. He knew Draco wanted to have at least one child, to carry on the family name and all that. Harry also noticed the glimmer of mirth that was starting to become more and more present in George's eyes due to his time spent with the prissy Malfoy. He'd never have thought in a million years that Draco Malfoy could be good for someone, but he was for George.

"Well, you do that. I want him in the fetal position when I get back," Harry said with an equally impish glint in his emerald colored eyes. George smiled brightly at him, and for the first time it seemed to actually reach his eyes for a few moments.

Harry excused himself to get ready to go see his relatives. It wasn't something he particularly relished in doing alone, but he knew it was something he couldn't get anyone else involved with. They all had their own things to deal with, loose ends to tie up at the end of this war. This one was his, and his alone. He wasn't planning on staying long, so Harry just threw on his cloak and flooed the Auror Department to find out which hotel his relatives were staying at. Being who he was, of course they couldn't just tell him where they were. They had to send an Auror, who could probably be doing something useful, to escort Harry to the hotel and stand watch outside the room in case anything happened that shouldn't. Harry was too polite to roll his eyes, so he just knocked on the door instead.

"You let him go see those people alone!?" Lucius Malfoy hissed over breakfast when George told everyone the news of Harry's departure.

Everyone looked at the Malfoy Patriarch with slightly widened eyes (as wide as a Mafloy's eyes would go past their usual blank expression), except for George who completely understood the man's concern. It was Narcissa, however, who spoke her confusion first. Draco held his tongue, even though he was staring at his father in bemused silence.

"And why should we be worried that Harry has gone to see his relatives alone?" she asked, her tone cool and smooth as ice, but with an obvious edge of (what do you know that you've not told me?).

Lucius quickly sobered his expression and let his face fall blank. It wasn't his place to explain why he was worried about Harry visiting his relatives. It was something the younger man revealed in a moment of vulnerability. It was something that Lucius was sure Harry hadn't even meant to say at the time. Also, Lucius was aware he did not have all of the facts. He had no idea of the severity of what Harry had gone through. What the young man had revealed, while disturbing, was very vague.

"He'll be fine. They contacted him to thank him for saving their lives and nothing more. There are Aurors with him. We have nothing to worry about," George Weasley supplied.

This seemed to satisfy Narcissa for now, and Lucius sent the redheaded man grateful look before carefully hiding his face in the newspaper. He hadn't meant to have an outburst like that. It wasn't his usual way, but after what he'd heard Harry say last night, he couldn't help but worry some for the young man's wellbeing visiting those people alone. But, he also knew that Harry Potter was strong individual.

Everyone was quiet for a moment before their attention was diverted to the bright yellow glow of George's wand. The redhead jumped, startled, then chuckled to himself.

"Right, that'd be the baby! I'll go see what he needs! Promised Harry I'd take care of Teddy today," George said, excusing himself from the table and heading out of the dining room.

Lucius lifted his grey eyes from his newspaper, watching Draco as Draco watched the Weasley leave. His son's mercury hued orbs followed the redhead out of the room, and then Draco shifted in his seat anxiously. Lucius flicked his eyes to Narcissa, who was smiling in discreet amusement at her son's behavior. The ex-husband and wife then locked eyes and Lucius cocked a brow in question. A light nod was his answer and he sighed internally….he supposed if Draco was going to be gay…there were worse people in Wizarding Britain he could've chosen as the object of his desires. Lucius had never been a fan of the Weasleys, but George and his family had proven themselves as brave and selfless in the past months.

That didn't mean, however, that Lucius was happy about making nice with Arthur after all the years of anger between them. It would be awkward and difficult..and Lucius would have to swallow his pride, something he absolutely hated doing. He only hoped that George and his son would not get serious for some time, this way the two families could stall coming together for a while still. Narcissa seemed to have been reading his eyes the entire time and just smirked before turning back to her breakfast. Not five minutes later, Draco excused himself from the table and glided out of the room in the direction that George Weasley had left.

When the door swung open, Harry wasn't sure what he had expected. Whatever it was, it wasn't what he got. The person who opened the door was very familiar, but much..much smaller than the young man had expected. The young man's eyes widened, and Harry was immediately clued in when he spoke.

"Harry…I didn't think you'd come," Dudley's voice said from the tall, still slightly pudgy but much healthier looking version of his cousin that stood in the doorway.

"I wasn't so sure myself for a while," Harry replied honestly. His cousin merely nodded and gestured for him to come in.

"I don't know if you'll believe me when I say this, but I'm glad you're alive Harry," Dudley said. His expression was more honest than Harry'd ever seen it before. He couldn't help but believe him.

"I'm glad you're all alright too," he replied honestly. There was an awkward silence that fell between them for a few moments before the taller young man started leading Harry through the hotel suite that Kingsley had appropriated for them.

"Dad's not here. So you came at a good time. Mum's in the kitchen putting on tea, so you can just come in and sit on the sofa. I'll go errm..let her know you're here…"

With that, Dudley left for the direction that Harry assumed the suite's kitchen was in. He sat awkwardly on the couch waiting for his aunt to enter the room. He wasn't sure what to expect. Aunt Petunia had never shown him concern or even the slightest bit of caring during his time with her. He wasn't sure what she was going to do upon seeing him now, or how he'd react to the way she acted towards him. It was only moments before her familiar figure entered the room. She was tall and skinny as ever, her face still rather reminiscent of a horse's, but with huge dark bags under her eyes from exhaustion and anxiety. At the sight of him, Petunia's face morphed into a strange smile…something Harry had never seen directed at him in his life.

"Harry, you're alive," she said, relief in her tone.

Harry didn't know how to react to her genuine happiness at seeing him living. He thanked whatever deity was up there that she didn't try to cross the distance between them and hug him. That would just be too much to take in all at once. Petunia sat down in the chair across from the couch that Harry was sitting on, and Dudley sat beside him. For a few moments there was just silence. None of them knew what to say or do. Their pasts together were so tainted with violence and hatred, that talking to one another cordially was completely alien.

"So…what happened?" Dudley asked bluntly. Petunia's eyes snapped to him for a moment and they shared a look that Harry didn't understand before both looked back to him.

"Er…well, it's a very long story. But I suppose I can give you the basic idea of it," Harry offered, getting a nod from each in agreement.

Harry took a breath before starting. He had not yet spoken even in short to anyone but the Aurors about his experience in the war. It was still so fresh, even though the Final Battle was months past already. The funerals for his friends and loved ones had not even been held yet. Working out the words in his mind, Harry started telling the short version of the events last year.

"When I left you guys, I basically went into hiding right away. My friends and I were the main target of Voldemort's army, and we couldn't risk putting the others at school in danger by being there. We also had a job to do, a job that would take out certain…strengths of Voldemort's that would make him easier to defeat," Harry started explaining.

He knew he didn't have to say who Voldemort was. Aunt Petunia knew who'd killed her sister, and by now had to have filled in her family that'd been in hiding from that very man for over a year. Petunia looked as if she wanted to ask him to give more details, but wouldn't dare do it. Why? Harry didn't know. Was she worried about upsetting him? Or was it something else?

"It was a lot of running and hiding. We lived out in the wilderness for the most part. Every day was a terrifying fight for our lives, fight to stay hidden. We were captured once, but a good friend sacrificed himself to get us out. It was a lot to go through, and it wasn't easy. But, we got what we needed to defeat Voldemort, and that's when the real battle began. It was only one night of fighting, but it was the longest night in my life. People died…a lot of people…people I loved and cared for. But, in the end we were victorious, and both of our worlds are safe from that man and his followers," Harry finished.

He'd left a lot out, but that was really all they needed to know to get the basic gist of what happened. Harry couldn't even speak to people he trusted about the full details of the war. It was too fresh, too painful. Living at Malfoy Manor had dimmed some of that pain, because being away from all the grieving families was helping him to learn to deal with his own pain. However, pain like that didn't just go away so quickly. He wouldn't be surprised if he had to see someone at St. Mungo's to help him work through it.

Again, there was silence. Neither his cousin, nor his aunt knew what to say to him in that moment. He was sure, just looking at him, they could see the warrior he'd become in his eyes. They could see that light in his eyes…the steely flicker that only a man who'd lived through war could possibly understand. Harry was a different person now than he was when he left the Dursleys a year earlier. From the look on Petunia's face, it looked like she wanted to say something to him, but she couldn't quite figure out the words.

"Are you alright?"

Dudley again, who seemed to be doing a great job mediating the silence. Harry shrugged in reply.

"Physically? I'm fine. I've got a couple of bruises, a little nerve damage from the torture, but otherwise my body's fine. Emotionally? I don't know. Probably not, but right now I just don't know," he replied in total honesty.

He saw Petunia's face morph into an expression of horror at the mention of torture. Dudley looked a bit green as well. Harry didn't feel bad for telling them, opening their eyes to just what was going on behind the scenes.

"Harry…I know we've never been there for you, while you were under our roof. I also know that ever since you stepped foot in that school as a small boy, you have been fighting that evil year after year. I won't say at the time I felt anything but hatred towards you for bringing that into my home, but I know now that it wasn't your fault," Petunia said.

She went silent after that, as if she couldn't find the words to finish what she was trying to say. Harry figured this was about as close to an apology that he was going to get. The fact that Petunia was worried about him at all gave Harry hope that perhaps he could mend things with his only living blood relatives.

"It's okay. You were scared. You knew what had happened to my mother and you knew what could happen to you in turn for having me in your home. Magic had never had anything but negative connotations for you. At first it inspired jealousy, because why Lily and not you? Then it inspired terror, after your sister was so violently murdered because of it," Harry said, wanting Petunia to know he was willing to put the past in the past when it came to her.

Vernon, not so much. Vernon had been the really abusive one. He'd been the ring leader of the starvation and beatings. Petunia had pretty much just sat back and watched most of the time. As far as Dudley was concerned, he too was a victim of his parents' poor parenting. If Harry could forgive Draco Malfoy, someone who was partially responsible for the death of one of his loved ones, he could forgive Dudley for being a stupid bully. It would take time, but Harry felt they could build a relationship from the ashes of the past.

"Harry…I just wanted to say. I know that I was horrible to you growing up, and I won't make any excuses. It was wrong, they way I bullied you, and I'm starting to see how wrong it was more and more every day. If you could ever forgive me…I want you to know I'm sorry," Dudley said, as if he'd read Harry's mind.

"I won't say that it won't take some time. It was a shock to hear that you guys even cared whether I lived or died," Harry replied, noting the flinch from both of them. Guilt shone in both of their eyes, and that they could feel guilty for what they'd done, gave Harry some hope that they could actually change.

"But, you guys are my only blood family left. A lot of the people that I considered family died in this war, and I've been shown the importance of it through that. I'll never forgive Vernon for the way he treated me. But you two, I think we could possibly build a relationship. We have to go slow though," Harry explained. Both of them nodded in understanding.

"I did have one question though. I've always been curious, since I found out what happened to my parents and after I first faced Voldemort when I was eleven. Why?...if your family was put in so much danger just from my being with you…why? If you hated magic, feared it and wished it away…why would you take me in knowing what I was?" he asked, his brilliant green eyes focused on Petunia's face. She looked torn for a moment, her face flickering through a myriad of emotions before her eyes welled up with tears that slowly slipped down her cheeks.

"Because you were all that was left of her…I saw it the moment I looked into your eyes, Lily's eyes, and I knew I had to take you in. I was terrified, when I read the letter and learned what had happened to her. I was terrified for my husband..and my baby. I wanted to hate you, like I'd convinced myself I hated Lily. But there it was…Lily was dead and there was no more time left for us to ever fix what was between us. I had to take you in. I may have treated you like dirt all these years, and I regret that, but you were like the last bit of Lily I had. By taking you in, I could still somehow be close to her," Petunia explained through her soft sobs.

Harry processed what she'd said quietly. It wasn't the most rational line of thought he'd ever heard, but the relationship between his mother and Petunia could never really be called rational. He kind of understood the way she was thinking, and while he knew that treating him like crap wasn't the way Petunia should have handled it, he could see how a person terrified and grieving wouldn't make the best decisions.

"Thank you for being honest," was all he said in reply, getting a nod from his Aunt in return.

Harry stayed for tea, and they spoke a bit more about minor things. Dudley explained what their experience in hiding was like. Petunia told him when she really started realizing how dangerous thing had gotten. When they finished their tea, Harry had a better understanding of his aunt and cousin. He felt like they probably had a better understanding of him as well. He left their hotel room feeling good about the prospects of fixing things with them. He said goodbye just about fifteen minutes before Vernon was expected home, and promised to visit again in the near future.

'George was right…I do feel better having seen them,' he thought.

Draco sat in the office of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes watching Teddy play with a toddler sized, play wand that shot out sparks whenever the child's magic was channeled through it. The baby seemed to love it, his chubby little cheeks dimpled as he giggled and laughed sweetly. Draco flicked a look over to George, who was sorting through some paperwork that'd piled up since the war began.

"Are you sure it's safe to let him play with that?" Draco asked, one perfectly sculpted blonde brow cocked in question over at the other man. Those cornflower blue eyes lifted to fix on his face as George's mouth curled into a roguish smile.

"He'll be fine, Little Draco, don't worry. It's perfectly safe. The sparks won't harm him. Before the war, Fred and I were testing this new line of toys made specifically to help the little ones learn to channel their magic. Eventually, as young as he is, Teddy is going to figure out how he's making it spark like that. That'll be how he first figures out how using his magic feels," the redhead explained, barely flinching at the name of his deceased brother.

Draco was happy to see that George could now speak of his brother without completely breaking down. It was a step towards pulling the pieces of his soul back together, a big one. The blonde was also impressed with the amount of thought and planning that'd gone into such a simple seeming toy. He'd always thought the twins' inventions were just for wreaking havoc and pulling pranks. But here they'd created a toy that would certainly contribute to the early childhood development of young wizards and witches everywhere.

"Well, that's pretty smart there Weasley. Smarter than I would've expected from one of you carrot topped heathens," Draco huffed haughtily. There was no bite in his words, and the amused glint in George's eyes made it clear that he understood Draco was teasing.

"Is that praise I hear from the pointy little Malfoy? Why I never," the man responded in kind, his grin broadening even further along his handsome face.

Draco felt himself flush a bit at the thought. He'd been trying to avoid those kind of thoughts as far as the Weasley went. Draco wasn't sure he was ready to admit the attraction he felt towards George. It was a scary thought, that he might actually like the other man…want him. It wasn't because he was another man either. It was just what he knew the papers would write about him. Draco already had a long, hard road ahead of him as far as regaining any sort of reputation went. If he started a relationship with a known war hero, there was no way the public would support it. It was just too soon.

"What are you blushing about over there? Dirty thoughts?" he heard a mischievous voice sing song from across the room. Draco merely pinned the other man with a heated glare before tossing his nose in the air and turning his attention back on Teddy.

Even though he was a little poop machine, Draco could admit that Teddy was pretty cute. As long as he didn't have to change any diapers, Draco didn't mind spending time with the little boy. He knew one day he'd have to have a kid of his own. Flicking his gaze back to George, who'd focused his attention back on paperwork, Draco wondered if it were even possible for him to find someone he could start a family with. Would he ever be good enough for someone now that the world had changed as it had?

'There's no way he'd feel the same, so I don't have to worry about it right now. I still have to finish school before I worry about getting married…' Draco thought.

Lucius was in the foyer when Harry returned. He'd gotten word from the Aurors in his home that the young Potter was on his way home, and he wanted to see for himself how things had gone. The first look on Harry's face upon seeing him was surprise, and then warmth. Lucius merely nodded to the Aurors escorting the young man, both of whom disappeared to watch the perimeter of the house.

"How did it go?" he asked Harry quietly. The young man merely smiled at him and shrugged a bit.

"It went well, I guess. It was pretty awkward, but they seem genuine about starting over," Harry replied.

For a moment the Malfoy Patriarch was unsure of what to say. He'd been concerned about the other man's wellbeing while he was gone. He wanted to ask a whole slew of questions, but his social training forbade him from prying. He wanted to know how Harry had been treated during his visit. He wanted to know how the young man was feeling right now. Lucius wasn't sure why he was so interested, why he was so worried about someone he really didn't know so well. Clearing his throat, Lucius pushed those thoughts away.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, and tried to ignore the warmth that erupted in his chest when Harry smiled at him brilliantly.

"Yes, I'm starved! I was so nervous I couldn't eat a thing over there," the boy replied, falling into step beside Lucius as the elder lead them both into the sun room on the east side of the house.

Once seated, Lucius called a House Elf to prepare them some lunch. They ate in comfortable silence, despite the fact that Lucius wanted to ask so many things of his young guest concerning his visit with his relatives. After a few minutes passed, green eyes lifted to meet his eyes, and a small smile graced Harry's face.

"You're curious. I can tell. You can ask you know. I won't be offended," the young man said honestly. Lucius managed to stifle a nervous squirm at the fact that he'd just been read like a book by a man half his age.

"I was merely wondering how you are feeling after the meeting," Lucius said quietly.

"I'm alright. Like I said, it was awkward and I don't think I'll be going back soon. But, they really do seem genuine about turning over a new leaf. At the end of the day, they're the only blood family I have left. Petunia's the only tie I've got left to my mother. I can't just turn my back on them now, even if a part of me wanted to," Harry explained honestly.

Lucius didn't know everything about what happened in the young man's childhood, but from what he did know, he was impressed with Harry's ability to forgive. Lucius didn't think he would be so forgiving if it were him.

"But I'm alright. I promise, at least about that I am. Now, when we start going to the funerals, I don't know if that'll be true. But the thing with my relatives seems kind of resolved now. I feel much better about it than I ever have," Harry finished.

With that said, those lovely green eyes turned down into his lunch, and Lucius couldn't help but reach a hand across the table to cover one of Harry's smaller ones. The boy jumped slightly under the touch, clearly not expecting, but lifted his eyes to meet Lucius' once more. Giving Harry's hand a squeeze, Lucius slowly retracted his own just as a warm, sweet smile transformed the younger man's face into a true thing of beauty.

'If he is not careful, I will not be able to contain myself much longer,' Lucius thought, fighting the urge to round the table and pull the boy against him in a kiss.

It would not due for him to make any moves on Harry now. The boy wasn't ready. He'd not yet worked through his pain and anguish over his losses in the war. He'd not yet even realized that he was attracted to men, even though Lucius could see it clear as day whenever he was in close proximity. Flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, telltale signs of arousal. But, Lucius knew that Harry was still struggling with these things. Deviant or not in his past, Lucius didn't want the relationship he cultivated with Harry to be founded on him taking advantage of the young man's vulnerable emotional state. Whether they just ended up casual lovers, or if it became more…that kind of basis for any relationship was not a good one.

"I am glad to hear that you resolved something which weighed on you. As I have said in the past, if you need someone, I will be here. The funerals will not be easy, and I will listen to you if that is what you need," Lucius offered after he'd regained his senses. Harry just nodded, that lovely smile still set in place.

"Thanks," he said.

A/N: Now I know this is a little short compared to some chapters, but I really did my best considering the circumstances. As I said, updates will be slow. I will try to get them out when I can.
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