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If This Is How You Treat Your Heroes...	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 96985 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Chapter 13

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“Severus, my boy, I wish you would reconsider,” Albus told him softly as he stood there watching the man pack then send his personal effects off to Spinners End. Quickly, after getting his own items tended to and sent to his home, Albus had come down here to warn the Potions Master that he, too, was probably out. If he wasn't, Minerva was apt to give anyone access to him or allow questioning. Neither of them wanted that.

“No, Albus,” Severus sneered after sending another box off. Stopping then turning to the man as his books packed themselves with a wave of his wand, he snarled, “I will be fine in my own home. I don't need you to put me up in some safehouse somewhere so that I'm more under your thumb and you can keep an eye on me.”

Giving a heavy sigh, Albus looked at the man. “I don't think you realize what danger you'll be in if you're alone. The public alone has to be howling for your head. I'm sure most of them can easily find you.”

“Let them try,” Severus snapped, sending the first load of books off while starting to pack the second. “I can protect myself fine from those kinds of imbeciles. Nor do I need your help doing so, as I know you're well aware. Just admit the real reason you want me somewhere safe, Albus; that you want to make sure I can't be found and questioned.”

With a heavy sigh, Albus looked at the man and shook his head. Quietly, he said, “Yes, there is that, Severus. It is part of it, I admit to that. It's not the whole reason though.”

Snorting, shaking his head, Severus went back to packing, wand moving quickly as he sorted his effects into various boxes before sending them along to his home. “Never fear, I can keep myself out of the hands of the Ministry. Unless they put every wardsmith they have on the job, they won't get through mine. Nor am I worried about other means. My floo has been disconnected as well as owl service being routed to a post office box that will only send along correspondence from a select few. So, don't concern yourself with me.”

“There is too much riding on this for me not to be, I'm sure you know that,” Albus told him softly.

Snorting, Severus said nothing, shaking his head. Ever the planner and manipulator, he was sure Dumbledore already had something in place to compensate for the massive spanner that had been tossed into the gears of his plans. That was normal, however, something he always took into account when dealing with the man. The issue now was that he was less than pleased to hear that Albus was out as headmaster and he had to leave the protection of the castle. He was well aware that when Albus allowed him to stay, though confined to his rooms, no one could get to him because of the castles magic. That now meant that the Ministry could if they managed to find some way to prove something. No, he didn't like that, not at all. However, he could easily protect himself in other ways. If nothing else, he had some heavy bargaining chips that he could use to wiggle his way out of trouble or, at the very least, get a light slap on the wrist.

“Severus, please, reconsider,” Albus asked, standing. “I'll ensure you are somewhere comfortable and won't be bothered.”

“No!” Snape said firmly, turning to face him as the last box was sent off. “I'll stay in my own home, thank you very much.” Grabbing his cloak, he said, “That's the last of my belongings. Let's get out of this miserable castle.”

Sighing heavily, Albus nodded then summoned Fawkes. After they both grabbed the phoenix' tail, they were gone with a loud bang and flash of fire.

Glowering at the box of documentation that had been dropped on her desk from the Hogwarts Board of Governors, Amelia Bones was at her wits end. As of now, she'd been up for more than twenty-four hours and was ready to drop. Even without the new work added on, she was swamped. No, this wasn't good.

With a sigh, she opened the box and extracted the cover letter that came with it. For the first time that day she actually gave a grim smile. Oh, this pleased her! It appeared that Albus Dumbledore wasn't as smart as he thought he was on matters! She had wondered how she was going to work with some of the accusations when it came to him because they happened at Hogwarts, something that was trickier to work with than other things because they dealt with those underage, thus not being able to call on them as witnesses as easily as they could others. Now? He was out and the board was handing over everything to deal with him, promising full cooperation and going to allow them access to the students if they needed it. It seemed that the board was as fed up with the old man as everyone else she was talking to. This was good.

Setting the letter aside, she sent for Rufus and made copies of everything in the box. She, of course, would be handling the bulk of what was there, as it dealt with Albus, but Rufus would need to be aware of some of it as it related to other things. However, that's about all she was going to do with this mess tonight. She needed sleep, that's all there was to it. Tomorrow was going to be just as bad, if not worse, to deal with depending on what else was revealed in that paper. No, she couldn't keep going on Pepper-Up potion and coffee alone.

Looking up when there was brief knock on her door then it opened, she nodded when she saw Rufus, though he looked just as tired as she did. Leaning back after shoving the copies of everything in his direction, she said, “The Board of Governors is having us take on everything to do with Dumbledore. They've washed their hands of the man and he is no longer a staff member at Hogwarts.”

With a grim smile and nod of his head, Rufus said, “Good! That's better for us anyway, easier to manage getting answers.” Looking into the box to see what was there, he sighed at the mass that it contained then conjured a chair and seated himself. “I'll take this with me, but I won't get to it tonight unless you know of something in it that would be considered emergent. I need rest.”

Giving a dismissive wave, Amelia told him, “It can all wait until tomorrow. I was about to go home and get some rest myself. I wanted to not only pass this along, but ask if there is anything I need to be aware of before I go.”

“The only thing that might qualify is that Snape is no longer in the castle. I was notified a short time ago by Wolfgang that he's gone. I imagine Albus took the man with him when he left. As there are no charges pending, there is nothing we can really do. All that means is that the students are now safer than they were at the start of the day.” Rufus told her, leaning back.

Pleased with that, she nodded. “Good! Minerva is in charge?” Seeing the man nod, she said, “That means they will be better protected. Oh, that's a much improved situation.” Stopping, she looked down then said, tone distracted, “However, it makes me wonder what Snape has that is so important that Albus feels he has to shield him this way. There has to be something big there.”

“That's a question I have no answer for, but I agree. It's something with that damned Order, that's for sure. I keep hearing that Snape is a member as well, though no one can give me proof,” Rufus told her honestly. “He has something though, that's for certain. Albus is protecting him far too much for it to be something insignificant.”

Nodding slowly, Amelia rubbed her eyes. “It's something we need to find out. Just not tonight. I'm too tired to try to sort out what is going on in that man's mind right now. Nor do I know of anyone we can ask. No, we need rest, both of us.” Standing, she sent the box onto her warded filing cabinet in the drawer that would be looked at the following day and said, “I'll ensure it's set to where I'm called in if there is an emergency, but I'm going home.”

“I plan to as well after putting someone in charge,” Rufus told her with a nod, standing himself.

“We'll get back to this nightmare tomorrow,” Amelia said, locking down the various cabinets and her desk. Grabbing her coat, she said, “Good night, Rufus.”

“Good night, Madam Bones,” Rufus replied then ducked out the door.

After putting on her coat and getting with her secretary about provisions if something went pear shaped, Amelia headed for the floo and some much needed rest.

Scrubbing a trembling hand over his face, Cornelius Fudge looked at the Daily Prophet and then to Percy Weasley. Percy didn't appear to be in any better shape than he was right now, looking tired and pale, shaking slightly. As the both of them had been here since the day before, that was understandable. Sighing, he tossed the Prophet onto the desk and sneered at the copy of the Seer that was there. “Did you have any luck at all getting some kind of hint as to what is coming in tomorrow's edition of the Seer?”

“None at all,” Percy sighed, shaking his head. “They won't give up anything. The only thing they offered me was a discount subscription rate! They said we have to wait like everyone else. Even threatening them with action from the Ministry did no good. They just laughed at that and said to try. I knew it wouldn't work, but I gave it a shot.”

Taking that in, Fudge nodded and rubbed his eyes. “I understand. At least you tried. I've attempted to get with some contacts I have to see if they might be able to give us the tiniest of hints as to what might be coming. They brushed me off. This isn't good.”

“No,” Percy said softly, looking at the Minister of Magic.

Pinching the bridge of his nose then shaking his head, Fudge sighed, “I don't know what to do, honestly. If we reverse stances now, people are going to question what we've said all along. If we keep going, though, it's going to look like we are taking after a victim that was sexually assaulted. Not to mention someone that's been used and who now probably has a great deal of public sympathy on his side. The fact that Potter fled to France and the Ministry there gave him asylum is enough to tell most of the unwashed masses that there is something to what he is saying. Now—I don't know what to do.”

“Any luck getting a hold of Lucius Malfoy?” Percy asked softly, looking at the man. The situation, as he saw it, was a no win one. They were damned no matter what they did at this point. Nor was having the Prophet in the Minister's pocket going to help anything at all. From what he could tell, the only thing that would manage was to take the Prophet itself down with them, something that may well be coming if the Seer was planning a weeklong series on this. After all, they were making it clear already in their advertising that the Prophet was just a mouthpiece for the Minister.

“No,” Fudge said sourly. “He's been busy. Being on the Board of Governors was enough to tie him up all day. I left a message with Narcissa, but she told me that once he was done with the board business, he had other things to attend to. He’s a busy man, I know this, and was out of the country on some kind of business when this hit. I imagine that's what he's doing.” Secretly, he was beginning to suspect that, maybe, Lucius was pulling back from him. Whatever the man had seen today during business with the board had to be bad. He also probably got to see things that he, himself, wasn't privy to yet, something he wanted to know about! There was just no way to do that, though.

Sighing and shaking his head again, Fudge said, “I say we call it a night, Percy. I'm so tired that I can't think right now. Maybe after some rest we’ll come up with something tomorrow. I don't know. Either way, we aren't doing any good here.”

“I agree,” Percy nodded, standing. After all, right now he felt like the walking dead. All he wanted was to go to his apartment, find something to eat and drop into bed. “I'll see you again tomorrow, Minister.” Seeing Fudge give him a dismissive wave, he walked out, fully planning to go straight home.

Watching Percy leave, Fudge glared down at the copy of the Seer on his desk and shook his head. He didn't want to go, but knew he had to. Though there was much here that was pressing and he was going to have to deal with it, the fact was he was barely functional. Any decision he made was likely to be a bad one based on the fact that he was so tired. No, it could wait.

Standing, he grabbed his coat then, after telling his secretary he was going home, left for the day, hoping the following one would be better.

After tapping her glass to call for silence, Minerva stood up and looked out at all the students in the Great Hall. Supper was over so it was time to go to work. Clearing her throat, she said, “I have some announcements to make that will affect all of us.”

“First of all, Albus Dumbledore has been removed as headmaster, permanently.” Hearing loud murmurs at that, she kept going, “I am now Headmistress by order of the Board of Governors. I would also like to say that Severus Snape is no longer in the castle and will not be allowed back.” Pausing there, she couldn't help but give a small smile at the relief and approval over that announcement. Pressing on, she said, “I'm now going to cover what we know is going on and things that will be happening.”

“As of right now, we know no charges have been filed against Severus Snape, only accusations have been leveled. And those accusations have been taken to the DMLE, who are investigating. From our understanding, Pensieve memories have been provided by Mr. Potter of the incidents in question. What will come from those I do not know. Dolores Umbridge has been arrested and charged with using the blood quill on students.” That's where she was interrupted by a large uproar and applauding. Smiling at that, at least a little, she said, “She's been removed from Hogwarts and can't return.” Again, she paused for the applause and loud shouts of approval.

“Next, because we are short three teachers now, we will be going on break this Friday, ending with our traditional feast. Parents will be sent an owl explaining this tomorrow. For the rest of the week, we won't have classes. Nor will we have any extracurricular activities, including Quidditch practice. As of now, all extracurricular activities, including the house Quidditch teams are suspended due to staffing shortages and the board trying to deal with many of the accusations leveled about things that have happened.” Though there were some loud protests over that, she pressed on.

“This week, though there will be no classes, we are going to have not only some members of the DMLE in the school to talk to many of you, but some Mind Healers to assist in case someone is having problems over what has happened. We don't know what else is coming beyond what has been in the paper so far. As issues arise, we'll deal with them. If you have problems, questions or concerns, get with me or your head of house to talk them out. That's what we are here for.”

“Tonight, each head of house is going to hold a meeting with their respective houses to go over this more completely and talk out issues that may be there with any of you. We would like to remind everyone that rumors, speculation and wild untruths don't help anyone. Please don't involve yourself in any of those. Nor does passing those kinds of things along to those outside of the castle. It just makes a bad situation all the worse in the end and can lead to more problems than are already here. We would also like to say that we don't know all that is going on and there are some areas we can't comment on by law or rules. Keep that in mind, please. It's for the protection of others, not us hiding the truth from you. We will be honest with you in what we say, keep that in mind. In turn, we need the same from you when it comes to dealing with the DMLE. You will help no one and may find yourself in trouble if you hide the truth or pass along rumors.” Scanning the faces in the hall, she said, “As we know more, we'll pass it along. Now, you're dismissed. I suggest you get to your houses so that your heads can talk with you. Taking a seat, she watched the students file out, listening to some of what was said.

Up in Gryffindor, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were sitting off by themselves, looking stunned. Glancing around at the very subdued common room and the small groups gathered here and there, talking quietly amongst themselves, Hermione sighed heavily, looking down. With a shake of her head, she said, softly, “This is bad, really bad. Harry—oh, I don't know what to do or say!”

“Mum said we need to write to both Harry and Neville,” Ginny told the two quietly.

“Is it true? About Neville?” Hermione asked softly, looking at Ginny.

“It is,” Ginny told her quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Mum said he's in St. Mungos because he tried to commit suicide.”

Shaking her head, feeling her eyes burn, Hermione huffed, “Oh, this is really bad! Professor Dumbledore is out, Snape, Harry running, all of it! We have problems! I mean, with what's going on--." Trailing off, she shook her head again.

“Mum's letter said not to worry about that,” Ron told her quietly. “We just need to get through this week and go from there. Once we're on break, they'll figure something out.”

“I'm going to write to both of them tonight. Harry—I don't know if he'll answer, but I hope he gets it,” Hermione told him, shaking her head sadly. Lip wibbling, she told them, “Poor Harry. That had to be bad. Are the accusations true? Did Snape do that? Or don't you know?”

Going pale, freckles standing out against the pallor, Ron swallowed thickly then nodded, “The letter didn't say right out, but what was said seems to point to it being true.”

“Mum is good at dancing around to get something across she doesn't want to say right out. With how she worded the letter, it seems to be true,” Ginny told her with a sad shake of her head.

Wringing her hands, looking down, Hermione shook her head. Letting out a shuddering breath, she asked, “If it is true, why did Professor Dumbledore let Snape stay in the castle? I mean—Neville—I don't know! It doesn't seem right!”

“I don't know either,” Ginny told her quietly, looking around. “It's strange. Dumbledore has always been good at protecting us the best he could, at least that's what I've heard and mum said. That makes no sense.”

“Might it have to do with what's going on with the Order? I mean—well, you know,” Ron said quietly, looking at the two.

“I don't know,” Hermione said with a shake of her head. “I mean, if it is true, wouldn't that part take a backseat to protecting students?”

Shaking her head, Ginny was about to say something else when Professor McGonagall stepped in. Straightening up, she turned to listen to what her head of house had to say.

A few minutes after Vector left the common room following the meeting, the whole of Slytherin was holed up in various places in small groups, talking over what was said and speculating. Draco, as normal, had a large group around him that were doing the same, but he wasn't participating or even adding an opinion. His mind was on the conversation with his father and what was said, or left unsaid in some cases. He was finally drawn out of his thoughts by Pansy asking his take on whether this was real or not. Shaking his head, he said, keeping his voice down, “I—what I got when I talked to father is that it's real. I mean, he danced around a lot of things and didn't say outright, but it seems to be real from what I could put together.”

Eyes widening, Astoria looked at Draco then around to the stunned faces before asking, “Even the part with Professor Snape?”

“Especially that part,” Draco said, shivering slightly, a dour look on his face.

Mouth working but no sound coming out, Pansy looked around then managed to squeak out a 'no', shaking her head.

Nodding, looking slightly sick himself, Draco rubbed a hand over his face, trying to think what to say.

“Umbridge and the squad—how much is that going to affect those of us that were on it?” Goyle asked, really worried about that.

“I think we're covered there and they can't touch us. The board disbanded everything and will probably lay all that on the Ministry. I don't know how though. That's something that I'm not sure about.” Draco said, looking at everyone. “Everyone resigned, didn't they?” Seeing them all nod, he gave a sigh of relief. It wouldn't help if some of them didn't. And he got his letter off before they arrested Umbridge so he was covered.

“This is bad,” Pansy said, shaking her head. “Really bad. And Dumbledore is out. Well, maybe not that part, but McGonagall isn't someone to mess with either. Is Vector permanent for us, or don't you know?”

“Father said she's probably permanent and there is nothing that can be done on how she's running things,” Draco told her. “Nor is there anything he can do to make her reverse her stance.” Stopping, he said, quietly, “If this is as big of a mess as it seems to be, Vector is low on the list of what they have to deal with. No, it's something we just have to work with is all.” Stopping, he sighed and shook his head then said, “We just need to keep our heads down and go about our business without causing problems. That I was told clearly. This is going to be bad, really bad, so we don't need people scrutinizing everything we do by causing problems. Let's just see what's coming and go from there. After break, I'm sure we'll all know more.”

Taking that as sound advice, everyone nodded, then began to dissect everything that was said on the topic tonight while Draco tuned them out, trying to replay the talk with his father to see if there were any insinuations he missed.

Walking into the living room where Tom and Narcissa were sitting going over some papers about Harry, Lucius sat down. Harry was up helping Black and Lupin with their rooms so he had some time alone. Right now, he needed some advice and wanted to go over something with the two of them so this was perfect. Quietly, he said, “I need some advice on how to handle something.”

Leaning back, Tom nodded then asked, “On what?”

Knowing he couldn't say the name outright, Lucius sighed then told him, “The one Harry talked about when deciding to go with this plan, his friend--” trailing off, he hoped that Tom would say the name so he could speak more freely on the topic.

“Neville Longbottom?” Narcissa asked softly. “Remus mentioned him today.”

“Yes, Longbottom,” Lucius nodded, pleased. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sighed then said, “I'm gathering he didn't take it well when they managed to reveal what happened. I can't give details, obviously, but he's in St. Mungos.” Stopping there, he hoped the two of them got what he was trying to say.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tom sighed heavily and shook his head then asked, “Suicide attempt?” That's the only thing he could come up with that would land the poor lad there.

Looking less than pleased, Lucius nodded then said, “I thought—well, without saying why, to have Harry write to him, something encouraging. They are friends, after all. I don't know—I think my thought process is it might help the both of them. Harry, obviously, can't write back if Longbottom answers, but some words from someone that understands how bad this is might help. It might help Harry as well. Your thoughts?” Stopping, he looked at the two.

Looking at Tom, who was nodding, Narcissa said, “I think that's a good idea, Lucius. We won't say why, obviously, but just tell Harry his friend is having a hard time with it and that hearing from him might help. Harry is good enough at catching on that he should be able to figure out part of the reason why without getting too upset since he won't know details or for sure.”

“I agree,” Tom said firmly. “If he can get it done, I have someone that can deliver it personally. They'll be in a glamour, obviously, but they can pass on the note and say something encouraging to the poor lad. Yes, say something, Lucius. It'll do both of them good.”

Pleased with that, Lucius nodded, leaning back. “I will before we go to bed. He can pass it on to you tomorrow.” Stopping, he looked at the two then said, “One of us needs to start going through Harry's mail. It's being forwarded to the post office box attached to this address and the elves are picking it up. I checked earlier. There is a sizable amount there by now. Maybe someone can sort into things that are just junk or from people being idiots to ones that need sent back and ones Harry might want to see, like from those close to him. I don't know. If the volume keeps up, something is going to have to be done about it.”

Not having thought about that, Narcissa told him, “I'll grab Rodolphus and Rabastan tomorrow to give a hand. Black and Lupin might be able to as well when they're done at the Ministry. Yes, it needs handling. I'll talk to Harry about what he wants done with it. Right now, I'm not sure he would even want to hear from those he was close to, but I don't know. We'll go by what he says.”

“Get a list from Harry with those that he wants the owls from and set up a charmed box for those. Then set up a black list for those who get them returned. Everything else can go into another box for checking over for dangerous things. They can sit there until we see what Harry wants done with them,” Tom told them after thinking over the problem.

“I'll say something to him before bed about getting with you on how he wants it handled. I don't think any of us thought about this part of the venture. I didn't until I saw one of the elves with the mail,” Lucius told them shaking his head.

“It's fine,” Narcissa said, smiling at him. “There are bound to be other things that crop up like it. We'll handle them as they come.” Settling back, she asked, “How did it go with Draco? He wasn't too upset, was he?”

Relieved to get onto something that did work out well, Lucius explained to them both what went on with his son then moved on to other areas he had information about.

Lying stretched out in Harry's bed with his young man spooned up against him, one arm draped over his midsection, Padfoot down at the foot, dozing, Lucius was going through the pictures of furniture Harry had picked out. Looking at the bedroom suite his young man had chosen, he smirked slightly then said, “I didn't think this was the kind of thing you would like, Harry. It's gorgeous, no doubt there, but I guess I thought something such as this would be too dark and foreboding for you.” It was an ancient bedroom suite of dark gothic furniture with a four poster bed that actually was huge and intimidating to look at.

Snickering, Harry said, “I think it's great! It looks like something you see in one of those old horror movies based in an old castle of some kind. I saw it and decided I had to have it. Narcissa and I talked about it then decided we're going to change the color scheme to black, grey and a nice deep purple. I know it's a bit dark, but I think it's great!”

Running his fingers through Harry's hair, Lucius nodded then said, “It is very nice, that's for sure. I didn't even realize we had something like it at the manor. Yes, I do like it. The colors sound good as well. You aren't going to do over the whole house in dark, eerie gothic tones, are you?” Looking down at his young man, he smirked, amused at the thought.

“No, just the bedroom,” Harry told him grinning slightly. “The rest—not sure about that yet, honestly. We'll find something. I figured do it one room at a time, other than yours, Remus and Sirius'. You lot can decide what you want. If I go about it that way, I'll have plenty to do to keep me busy. Plus, it'll keep Narcissa and Bella from getting ideas on decorating.” Looking up at Lucius, he chuckled at that.

“It will! Good plan, Harry,” Lucius snorted, completely amused. As they had already covered the mail and Longbottom, someone Harry agreed to write to while looking slightly troubled, they were onto things that were just light before Harry took his potions in a half an hour. Still running his fingers through the younger man's hair, he asked, “Are you going to the Ministry tomorrow with your godfather? Or planning to stay here?” As he was going to be busy, Narcissa was going to take them, accompanied by their solicitor. He wanted to go, no doubt there, but he was going to be involved in more of the mess in England so he couldn't.

“Sirius asked me to go with him, so I will,” Harry told him with a nod. “We're going to stop a couple places after that to pick up some things, like catalogs and stuff like that. I thought about getting some chocolate to send to Neville. Plus, Narcissa said we need to get some school books for me since they use different ones than Hogwarts does.”

Not having thought about that, Lucius nodded. “Good idea! Yes, time out will do you good. You live here now so it behooves you to go out and explore a little. Remind me this weekend and we'll go to Calais so I can show you around. It's not as big as Paris, obviously, but you'll enjoy it. As long as you take someone with you, you can do what you like, Harry. I imagine Black will adore getting out and roaming after having been confined to that dreary house for so long. It'll do both of you good and give you something to do. No one will say a word about it either.”

“I didn't think about that,” Harry said, scratching his chin. “Sirius will love it! No having to worry about getting arrested and he can do what he wants. Yeah, that is good.”

“We'll make plans to go this weekend and do something. Perhaps just a short dinner somewhere while showing you around. Glamour, of course, will be used when it comes to you for the time being as we don't want to give away we're helping, but you can get out and explore. I don't think Narcissa will object either.” Stopping, he thought it over then added, quietly, “Draco will probably come along as well, if you don't object of course.”

“That's fine, I figured that,” Harry told him, looking up into his face. As he had been told Hogwarts was letting out Friday, he assumed Draco would be around. Though there were issues there, no doubt, he assumed Draco wouldn't cause a problem around his parents.

Setting the pictures aside, Lucius rolled onto his side and pulled Harry close. Resting his head against his young man's he rubbed his back softly. “You'll have to take your potions soon and I do have to get some rest as tomorrow will be just as busy as today. This, though, I believe we can indulge for a while, if you have no objection that is.”

Wrapping himself around Lucius, Harry rested his head against the older man's chest and shut his eyes. “No objection from me,” he said quietly, smiling a little. Right now, nothing in the world felt safer to him than being held by Lucius, so he was going to let it happen.

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