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Harry Potter and the Slytherin Heirs	By : SilverAngel621 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Chapter 14
Flashback
“Sitting there for days will not heal him,” Tom said in disgust. He stood in the doorways of Salazar’s room, filling the entire frame.
Harry's hands twitched towards his wand in a knee jerk reaction, before he remembered it had been taken away as a condition to being allowed to stay with Salazar. It had hurt, terribly so, to have Tom suspect him of hurting Salazar, when Tom was the one who's killed numerous wizards. But it was Harry's fault his son-God, his son! - was hurt. For years, he'd labored under the impression that Salazar was dead. He hadn't even known his sons name, and hadn’t had the heart to give his dead son a name in his mind. He had already been fixating on his loss, and Hermione had told him it wasn’t healthy to give a name to his dead son. But Salazar hadn’t been dead, he'd been alive this entire time. And Harry, the more he fought, had put him in danger. How many times had he attacked death eater contingents and attacked places he'd thought Tom was staying at. Salazar could have been there and been caught in the crossfire.
Harry relaxed his hand and went back to smoothing his fingers over his son’s green blanket. He couldn’t bring himself to touch his son, not yet, not after what he'd done.
Unused to being ignored, Tom stepped into the room and loomed over Harry's shoulder. “You will eat Harry. You are no use to me dead.”
“I can't eat. Not until Salazar wakes up.” Harry replied curtly.
It was odd talking to Tom. It was as if the handsome man in front of him was a completely different wizard from the pale, nose less monster Harry was familiar with. This Tom looked more like the handsome teen Harry had seen a glimpse of in the Chamber of Secrets. The only thing that was the same about them was the dangerous aura of menace that seemed molded to him like a second skin. Though he was cruel and ruthless, it had a direction now unlike before. He was rational and calculated, and if anything that made him more dangerous than when he'd been unhinged. At least then Harry could predict a familiar chaos. Now, Harry didn't know this stranger. He couldn’t predict what he would do.
“Now whose fault was that?” Tom snapped.
Harry's face crumbled. It was his, this entire debacle was his fault. He had attacked his son, his own flesh and blood. He was the golden boy, the boy who lived, he was expected to save everyone from Tom. But he ended up hurting the one person Harry should have protected from the beginning, and Tom had been the one to save Salazar.
When the boy first appeared before a wounded and severely weakened Tom, Harry had thought it an apparition, a trick of Tom's wand to distract him. It couldn't be real. What child would protect Tom, a man children spoke of in whispers with the same awe and fear given to the boogeyman. And when Tom had yelled at Harry to stop, telling him the child he was attacking so relentlessly was his son Salazar, Harry had ignored him.
He'd seen his son die, pulled from his cut open stomach. He'd spent six years grieving. The order had taken him out of there so fast, right after taking his dead baby out of him that he'd still had a bit of the placenta inside him. He'd even buried that. It had been the only thing left of his unnamed son. How many times had Harry stumbled to the little grave and cried himself tearless until he was left with painfully puffy eyes and a sore throat. How many dreams turned nightmares had he had where he got to hold his baby for a few seconds before faceless wizards took him away.
Then the visions had come. He'd discovered he had a connection to Tom. A mental connection. It allowed him to have visions of the wizard when he was particularly frustrated or angry…or as Harry had discover to his great surprise, happy. Who knew Tom could be happy. He'd seen the man crucio his followers when they failed against an order raid, when he murdered order members and rebels.
Then there had been other times when Harry had seen Tom with a baby. The baby had been crying and Tom had been frustrated at the wailing. Harry had wondered what that was about. They had progressed as the child grew older. Tom had been distant towards the child but Harry got snippets of visions showing Tom spending more and more time with the growing child. Once, when the child had done some magic, Harry had felt the incredible pride and happiness Tom felt. The child looked so much like Tom. And for one hopeful, terrible moment Harry had thought maybe his child wasn't dead, that Tom had been keeping his child away from him. Despite what he knew from Moody and Ginny, he believed they had been mistaken and thought his child was alive.
But he'd quickly discarded that idea when Tom had discovered their connections and used it to lure Harry for a surprise attack. Sirius had gone away for a while for undercover work and the order hadn't heard from him in a while. Harry had seen a vision of Sirius being tortured by Nagini at the ministry and the others older order members hadn't believed him and tried to stop him from going. So, he'd taken some of his friends and gone to rescue his godfather. Of course, it had been a set up to get Harry to come alone. Sirius died in that attack at the hands of Peter Pettigrew. One more life among the countless others that was Harry's fault.
So, he'd pushed away anymore visions of that little boy and chalked it up to Tom's cruelty. It had been a way to torture Harry from afar, he was sure of it.
So when he saw the boy appear during the battle, he'd thought it to be another one of Tom's tricks. But at Harry's last attack when the resilient boy hadn't gotten up, couldn’t get up, Harry had hesitated. Apparitions didn't bleed. That had cost him the battle and before he knew it, Tom hit him with a vicious spell that pulled him to oblivion.
“Mine…it’s my fault,” Harry full out wailed, hiding his face in his hands. His shoulders shook and his wailing crying grew to a crescendo of sorrow. He was so lost to his grief that he didn’t even flinch when Tom's robes ghosted over his side. He was only passing his wand over Salazar in a diagnosis spell but his body offered the only warmth Harry had felt in days. He didn't dare touch his son, not without Salazar’s permission.
So, Harry, blinded by guilt and loss grabbed onto the only other breathing person in the room. He'd been alone in his grief for so long and the burden he'd been carrying was quickly burying him deep in the ground.
Tom went still when he felt Harry's hand clutch at his robes and wet, darkened emerald eyes blearily looked up at him.
“He's going to be okay, right? You’re doing everything you can?” Harry hiccuped. There was no pride, no hatred, no fear left in Harry. Worry for Salazar consumed every inch of him.
Tom tipped his head in bemusement. Harry let go of his robes and placed his hands in his lap. He continued to cry softly as Tom stood vigil in the room. Two very different people, who'd been enemies for so long with so many different ideals were brought together by one boy. All those differences fell away and Harry finally found a common ground with Tom. They were both parents to Salazar.
It had been hard to see with prejudice clouding his eyes but Tom did care for Salazar. Harry hadn't thought it possible, that Tom could care for someone other than himself. When Tom had proposed conceiving a baby to transfer his horcruxes to, Harry had vehemently been against it. But he'd been forced when Tom had shown him his imprisoned friends…Luna, Padma, Parvati, Dean, Colin, Fred…and threatened to kill them. So of course, Harry had agreed. He'd been taken out of the dungeons and Tom ceased all visits to him, something that Harry had been eternally grateful for. But he'd also plotted his escape and with help from the unlikeliest of sources, he'd been able to reach the order.
He’d been saved that day but at the steep price of his son’s life. The stress of the siege on Malfoy manor had sent him to an early labor and he couldn’t be moved during the birth process. So short on time, Tonks had been sloppy and only later did Harry learn from Mad Eye Moody and Ginny Weasley they had deliberately tried to kill his baby to hurry along the birth process. They'd reasoned the sooner the baby was out, the sooner Harry could be taken out of the place. Ginny had justified it by saying the babe had been a product of rape and Harry life was much more valuable than Salazar’s. Remus had tried to apologize but his supplications fell on deaf ears. Harry hadn’t talked to the Weasleys for weeks after that revelation.
He hadn't been able to reconcile the loving family he knew to the murders he knew them to be. Only then did he truly open his eyes. He'd finally realized what the order had been doing. The men and women they killed in the name of the greater good were still people at the end of the day when they took off their death eater robes. They were wizards who had families of their own. And their fights left a trail of innocent bodies in their wake. Battles were fought in public places where running civilians got caught up in spells thrown out by both sides. Buildings were destroyed along with many of the wizard’s livelihoods. At the end of the day the wounded went home to the rubbles left by battle.
Harry had read from the daily prophet how Tom had commissioned for the destroyed buildings to be rebuilt. Molly Weasley had scoffed, saying it was merely good business. Tom wasn't doing that out of the goodness of his heart. If businesses were destroyed and people had no way to revive it, then Tom would have no empire to rule. And while that might true, Harry hadn't been able to help himself from thinking that at least Tom was helping, no matter his motives. And what had the order been doing? What progress had they made? Day by day, the media and the public had turned from the order.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry surreptitiously looked at Tom. Through he showed no signs of his feelings, the very action of being in the room when Harry knew the world outside was burning was showing Tom's affections for their sons.
“He will be okay. I will not accept anything else.” Tom assured once more. He had noticed Harry's not so subtle scrutiny.
Harry tried to see a murderer, a rapist, a tyrant but in those hooded eyes he only saw a reflection of himself. He saw a grieving father. So, Harry relaxed and finally closed his eyes in sleep for the first time in three days. He vaguely felt the chair beneath him being transfigured into a bed.
“Thank you…” Harry murmured, unbelievably grateful that Tom wasn't taking him away from his son.

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Excerpt from The Making of a Tragedy

Dear readers, this chapter might be the most important, most darkest chapter yet. It has the secret Harry Potter wants no one to know. And it all began when Harry Potter became pregnant with Salazar Marvolo Riddle.
From a very reliable source from within Lord Voldemort rank, I have eyewitness account of the secret affair conducted right under the dark lord’s nose. As soon as Harry fell pregnant, he was moved out of the dungeons and into a private room near the guest wing of the Malfoy manor. Draco Malfoy, a new recruit into the dark lord’s ranks was given the job of guarding Harry. They were antagonistic towards each other at first but the pregnancy slowly brought the two closer. Draco catered to Harry's pregnancy cravings, he was even seen once massaging Harry's feet. It was all very cozy and highly suspicious.
It is this authors theory that Draco fell in love with Harry Potter. Draco had unfettered access to Harry and he was the only familiar face Harry had among a den of snakes. The boys shared a strong animosity for each other during their Hogwarts years I am told but is it not true that there is a strong line between love and hate? It seems Draco was obsessed with Harry during his years and though he may have been at odds with Harry, the romantic in me likes to think perhaps that was his way of getting Harry's attention. He was in Slytherin, a house Harry was taught to hate as a Gryffindor and thus Draco was already at a disadvantage. Perhaps he loved Harry all along. And he knew guard duties gave him the perfect opportunity to have that love returned.
It is during this time Harry was also scheming to escape Lord Voldemort with their baby. It is unknown to this author how he managed contact with the order but from the order member Ginny Weasley, I was told that they got missives on the layout of the manor and the schedules of the death eaters and the dark lord. The order planned a raid based on that information. They found the perfect opportunity to carry out those plans when Lord Voldemort planned a trip to Germany for a week during the seventh month of Harry pregnancy.
From Ms. Weasley who was present during the raid, I have the reports of Harry's greatest betrayal. As quoted from Ms. Weasley herself-
“A few of us oversaw scouting the manor. My brothers George, Charlie, Ron, Tonks, Moody, and I scouted out the manor and made plans for the raid. From the blueprints given to us by Harry, we practiced trail runs and the like. He'd also told us about the wards and Bill practiced day and night to be able to dismantle them the moment he got into the manor.. We hadn't told Harry when the rescue mission was going to happen because Voldemort might find out but perhaps we should have found a way to make that happen.
Originally it was just supposed to be to get Harry out but Moody thought the opportunity to get into Voldemort’s stronghold was too good to pass up. We could scope it out and once we'd taken the manor, the wards would call Voldemort to the manor and we could kill him. My brothers and I were supposed to free the Order prisoners they already had and bring in more able bodied ones to fight off the death eaters that were still guarding Malfoy Manor. Harry told me that he had a cabinet in his rooms that connected to a cabinet in the Room of Requirements at Hogwarts. I don't know how he knew they were connected but they were broken anyway when he told us in letters. So Bill and Professor Lupin worked really hard to fix the one at Hogwarts so we could get past the wards without altering Voldemort. That was the plan anyway. But it all went down the crapper once we got there.
Harry wasn’t in the room where the cabinet lead too but that was fine. My brothers went off to find the other prisoners while I helped Hermione to bring in more order members once we'd secured the room. The order had the manor surrounded. But what we didn't expect were for the bloody house elves to riot. One of them went and apparated out of the wards to warn that bloody prat Malfoy and Voldemort came to the manor. They mounted an attack and we still hadn't found Harry. I was running through the halls at this point yelling his name and hexing any death eaters that came my way. I was supposed to be filming my brother Fred but instead I went looking for Harry. That's one of my biggest regrets but how was I to know he would go and side with Voldemort?
Anyway…
It was by luck I came to a closed doorway and without thinking I unlocked it to see who was inside. I heard muttered voices, one was Harry's and another one I didn't recognize. I don't know why I didn't tell Harry I was there. It must have been instinct. I entered the suite and crept to the bedroom doorway. It wasn't locked so I peered in. I saw Harry and that ferret Draco talking. I didn't hear them at first because I was too shocked to see the huge belly on Harry. Sure, he had told us he was pregnant but to see it written on paper and seeing it in real life were two different things. At first I thought they were fighting but the only one angry was Harry and the ferret was just taking his abuse. I stayed quiet wondering why Harry was yelling at Draco.
I used an invention by Fred and George that allowed a person to listen into a conversation without alerting them and it even works despite silencing spells. To my surprise, Harry was yelling at Draco to come with him. He was telling Draco that he didn't want him to become a death eater. He wanted to save Draco. I didn't think that was possibly but Harry always liked to see the best in people.
Draco just shook his head and told Harry he needed to leave. Draco told him he would cover for him and give him time to escape. I was about to barge in and pull Harry away myself when Harry pulled Draco down to him and kissed him. I was stupefied. How could Harry kiss the ferret? Was it Stockholm’s syndrome? I don't know, but it couldn’t have been because Harry cared for him, surely not. Harry wasn't a bugger, he had a lot of girls going after him in Hogwarts. He even took a girl as a date to the Yule ball so he couldn’t be bent. Well, at least that's what I thought at the time but now we all now how much he loves taking Voldemorts cock up his arse.
Anyway, Draco looked just as surprised as I felt. Harry pulled away from the kiss and beseeched Draco to come with him again but Draco kissed Harry and shook his head. Draco said he had no place with Harry where he was going. That he needed to stay here and that he would always love Harry, no matter whose mark was on his skin. With that he exited the room and I barely had a second to hide myself. I was equal parts disgusted and appalled but I had to consider how much Harry had been through so I decided to not mention it at all.
I waited a few minutes then called out to Harry. Harry called back and was relieved to see me, we hugged but just then he felt a painful kick in his belly and fell. I had this galleon thing that Hermione spelled to allow the order members to contact each other always and using it I called Tonks and Moody. They, along with Remus came and we realized Harry was in labor. We couldn’t apparate him out in such a condition. He was two months early.
Remus told us that the order was losing and Voldemort was breaking through the wards the order had erected around the manor. We had to hurry. As aurors, Moody and Tonks had some medical training so they got ready to deliver the baby. Harry was in so much pain. I held his hand throughout the entire thing.
But it was taking too long. We'd warded the room and from the galleons, I knew most of the order had retreated. We had to hurry along the birth. Remus was against it because it might endanger the baby but Moody overrode his protests. Harry was our priority. And the disgusting spawn inside him was a thing of rape. I of course only cared for Harry and I knew he wouldn't want to have a reminder of his rape. So, Moody used the spell.
Remus had to be held back by Tonks because he tried to stop it. I was too busy holding Harry down, he was thrashing so much. I don't think he was aware of what was going on or what was being said, though. Anyway, the thing was finally born. It was small and looked like the devil. It was disgusting. But at least it came out dead. The spell damaged the thing and I for one could not have been happier. With how much of a monster Voldemort was, his spawn can only be like it's sire.
We left the bloody thing to rot and apparated out of the manor with Harry. We only told him later when he came to that the thing had died due to birth complications, not that it died because of Moody's spell.
He only found out later when Moody was teaching him legiliemency. He was getting visions from Voldemort and he wasn't sleeping. We thought it was because of the scar that connected them that he was seeing into Voldemort’s mind. So, Moody thought teaching him how to shield his mind would help. Harry wasn’t very good. I mean he was supposed to defeat the dark lord and here he was having trouble with simple mind defenses. I was worried. We all were. We were counting on him to kill the vile snake.
During one of the sessions though, Harry managed to look into Moody's mind and accidentally found the memory of Moody casting the spell on Harry that caused him to lose Voldemort’s spawn. Harry became mad. I don't understand why, though. We did him a favor, honestly. He started to pull away from us more, he didn't talk to run or Hermione anymore. I tried to get him to talk to me, I tried to be his friend abut he was ungrateful and pushed me away.
He didn't realize all that we'd sacrificed to him. We let him stay with us, we fought for him, we put our lives in danger for him. And what did we get? Nothing but sullen silence.”
So, dear readers, that began the downfall of the order. Harry continued to fight for the order diligently, as I am told. But where before Harry used to use mostly defensive spells, he began to use offensive spells. Dark offensive spells to be exact. Ms. Weasley confided to me she and a few others in her family grew to fear their friend. What if Harry was the next dark lord?
And that kiss? With Draco Malfoy, one of Lord Voldemorts most trusted death eaters. I have seen both Harry and Draco at numerous public events and balls and they always seem cozy. Perhaps too cozy. One cannot help but speculate whether the two continued their sordid affair. And forbidden apples are ever so irresistible. Even Harry's latest son Orion might be a Malfoy! The child was born in Malfoy Manor, what was Harry doing there so close to his birthing time, I wonder. I've even heard that Draco picked out Orion's name. If that is not what a father does, then I shall eat my quill, dear readers. It is very easy to glamour blond hair on a babe.
To think, the Dark Lord, a cuckold...

TBR

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Salazar was confused.
His father expected him to make nice with a man who'd almost killed him. His father explained that Harry Potter hadn't meant to hurt him but Salazar was skeptical. He’d only had his sire, Tom, present in his life. When he’d asked where his other parent was, Tom had merely said he'd been taken away by terrorists. He'd grown up to hate the Order. Then he'd heard stories of Harry Potter, the wizard prophesied to kill his father and so Salazar had learned to hate this Potter man too. But his father explained Harry Potter was his other parent, that he was confused and had been hypnotized by the false ideals of the Order.
But still, Salazar was wary. Why would Harry believe the order over his own father? It didn't make sense to him.
After he came out of his coma, Harry had tried to talk to him. Tom, with one look, had commanded that Salazar listen. So, he did. He listened to Harry try to explain his absence, that he was sorry for what he had done but Salazar, a natural skeptic and slow to forgive, had merely nodded and asked his father if he could be excused. He'd grown up in war, all he'd known was war. He'd learned as a babe to play the games of intrigue. People would try to trick him into thinking they were his friends just to gain a better station.
He'd be a fool to believe Harry's words. Once an Order member, always an Order member. The wizard was only trying to trick his father into complacency and once he did, Harry would attack and kill his father and him. No matter if Harry had given birth to him, he had none the less killed countless death eaters. Wizards who had raised him from infancy and had been more of a family to him that his bearer. Harry Potter was no family of his.
So, he watched and waited for Harry Potter to make his move. He tolerated the man's attempts to spend time with him. They would sit in complete silence, Salazar refusing to talk and Harry at a loss as to what to say. He tried to engage him in quidditch but Salazar had no interest in the silly sport. Harry liked defense against the dark arts, Salazar liked transfiguration. He did not like playing games. He'd rather be off to his studies. He needed to be prepared and ready for another order attack and when they died, there would be others that would try to attack his father's great empire. An empire he would one day inherit. So no, he would not like to pop off to play a silly game with silly balls that hurt and a broom that would not listen to any of his commands.
He refused to call Harry his father or papa. He saw the hurt in the man's eyes whenever he called the wizard by his given name but it was not his fault he could not care for him. Salazar had lived perfectly fine without him for six year and he didn't need him for the rest of his life. His real father had been there, though distant, he'd still been there to teach him all he knew.
It seemed he was the only one to remain unaffected of the green-eyed man's charm. His own father, the great dark lord who inspired fear in everyone was softening towards the younger wizard. The other didn’t see it but Salazar did. His father's eyes lingered on the wizard and his jaw hardened whenever the wizard was saddened. At first the relationship between his father and Harry had been stiff and awkward. Of course, it would be, Harry had tried to kill his father before Salazar intervened and then the wizard had tried to kill him too.
In all honesty, Salazar had expected his father to kill the treasonous man but he hadn't. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he was a bit miffed that a man who had tried to kill him, Toms own son, had been let off scotch free. Salazar had been attacked before by radicals that knew of his existence and they'd been dealt with the most harshest of punishments. So what made this Harry person so special?
Salazar tried to be standoffish, hoping it would make Harry decease his efforts. Maybe then he would leave all on his own because his father certainly wasn't going to force the wizard away. But Harry was persistent. No matter how many rejections he was faced with, he would always try again the next day. And the expected betrayal never came. A year passed and nothing happened. It was tiring keeping up his cold façade.
He noticed his father also stayed closer to the manor. He didn't travel as much, but instead of spending time with him as he usually did on his off time, Tom would spend that time with Harry. It annoyed his greatly that his father's enemy could garner more interest than his own son. But whatever. The joke was on his father. Because Harry tried to spend all his time with him so meant Tom was forced to watch from the sidelines while Harry tried his hardest with Salazar.
And he knew Harry didn't know that he knew Harry liked to take those potions that put him to sleep. More than once during the first few months he'd woken up to Harry's scream. Severus would come to treat him with the potions to put him back to sleep. Salazar saw him steal ingredients from Severus lab and make the potion himself then take it every night. He didn’t know much about it but after some research he knew it was dangerous. So, he'd gone to his father and told him about it. He'd hoped evidence of the wizards thievery at least would garner the green eyed wizard at least some punishment. And then he wouldn’t have to spend as much time with the man. But his father had only sworn him to secrecy and spoken no more on the matter. After that was when Tom started spending more time at home.
But just because his father had told him not to mention ti again didn't mean Salazar didn't keep his eyes open for further misuse of the potion. Tom took away Harry's remaining stash and locked the potions lab, allowing only Severus entry into it. The nightmares started up again. One night Salazar got out of bed and saw his father sneak into Harry's room during one of those episodes and the nightmares stopped. Tom didn't come out until the morning.
But during the day, they acted like nothing had happened. So, Salazar did too. Harry wanted to have family dinners with him and though he hadn't wanted to, Tom forced him. What influence did Harry have to make Tom do these things? Before, Salazar only rarely had dinner with his father. He usually took his meals alone or with death eaters. Now every breakfast, lunch, and dinner he, Harry, and his father had together. Conversation was stilted, with Harry trying to converse with him and Tom trying to engage with Harry and Salazar ignoring them both.
But day by day, the relationship between them began to thaw and flow easier, like the first flow of river water after a long, merciless winter. Salazar, who did not like spending time with Harry could no longer find an ally with Tom. His father refused to hear Salazar’s pleas and forced him to spend time with Harry. The wizard was changing his father and taking him away. But Salazar said nothing to his father, knowing that without proof, Tom would never believe it.
So, Salazar slowly let him in. Harry hadn't once tried to escape or take him away. And Salazar had to admit Harry was a good teacher. Since he was being homeschooled, Severus Snape had taken over his education. But Harry had volunteered to teach him the defensive spells, transfiguration, and charms himself.
Spell by spell, Salazar grew closer to Harry. He even smiled at him and he was no longer on edge with him. Perhaps Harry was truly sincere in his affections. He could almost feel the palpable need to touch him coming from Harry. So, one day, Without thinking, Salazar grabbed Harry's hand when he wanted to show the wizard a new spell he'd mastered. The wizard broke down crying and it was the first-time Salazar reached out and patted the man uncomfortably on the back. Harry had hugged him and Salazar let him. He couldn't be all bad, plus Harry let him practice spells Severus wouldn't.
His father hired tutors for Harry when Salazar became advanced. In his opinion it was redundant. Why not just have the tutors teach him and cut out the middle man. But again, he kept quiet. A small part of him liked that Harry taught him. He wasn’t stiff like his other tutors and Harry made it fun for him, even the boring subjects like history and muggle studies. He'd see Harry stay up burning the midnight oil for many nights but when it came time to teach him, the wizard was a ball of energy. His exuberance carried into his teaching and Salazar’s studies didn't suffer once from Harry's sleepless nights.
But he still refused to call Harry father. He may no longer be his enemy but he was just a teacher to Salazar, nothing more.

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Hehehe, anyone catch that nod to Drapple?
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