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Harry Potter and the Unusual Alliance	By : RikuRocks Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 24: Aeternus Noctis.
Harry had fought sleep as long as he could. He wanted to be awake when Draco's nightmares began. However, it had been a rather long and eventful day, and he did not have the fear of whatever the blonde had seen in his nightmares upon receiving the curse to keep him up as the pale boy in his arms did.
Consequently, and despite his efforts, Harry fell asleep first, and therefore, woke with a start when the emaciated form curled against began shaking violently, mewing, gasping, and jolting occasionally.
"Draco," Harry said as gently as he could after being startled awake, while he tightened his grip on the other boy. "Draco, its okay; you�re safe�"
The mews continued, and a choking sound joined them as the shaking form began to lurch. Harry could feel every muscle in the thin body constrict. "Draco�wake up. You're okay�"
When they turned enough for Harry to look down and see Draco's pale face, the raven-haired boy felt like he had been punched in the stomach. Tears leaked out of the other boy's tightly closed eyes and his face was even more pallid than usual as it tightened in anguish.
Harry held on tighter, and tried to remember what Snape had said when he was trying to guide Draco back from wherever this curse sent him. "Draco�Come on, come back� You can do it. I'm here, please, Draco�come on�"
The blonde was shaking violently and his entire body was arching. Draco had fallen asleep with his hands against Harry's chest, and the bespectacled boy noticed blood gathering where the boy's nails were digging into his palms as his fists clenched tighter.
"Draco�listen, I'm here�come on�" Harry started when Draco gasped and then opened his eyes as he choked back a scream. Both boys remained still, panting and just staring at the other for a moment, although Harry was sure that Draco's fixed gaze was not taking in anything before him.
A choking breath sent Harry back into action. He tightened one arm around Draco's shoulders and raised the other to cup a pale cheek. The blonde flinched at the contact.
"Hey, it's okay. Draco�? Can you hear me?" Harry rubbed one of the grey-eyed boy's shoulders for a moment and released a breath he had not realized he was holding when those grey eyes suddenly blinked and appeared to focus.
"Draco�you're safe. I'm here. You're okay�" Harry repeated as he ran a thumb over the boy's cheekbone and continued to rub his shoulder. He could feel the pallid body trembling still.
"Harry?" Draco's voice was hardly a whisper, but Harry was able to read his lips and feel his breath.
Harry smiled at the wan boy; "I'm here. Are you�?" The bespectacled boy trailed off, knowing the question he had almost asked was a foolish one. He decided to ask another instead. "Do you know where you are?"
Grey eyes remained fixed on him for a moment, and then Draco whispered, "Severus' house."
The green-eyed boy sighed. "Yeah; how are you? Do you want me to get Remus or Snape?"
"No," Draco leaned into Harry. "Just give me a moment. I-" His voice broke with a slight choking sound.
"It's okay," Harry stroked the other�s emaciated back. The bespectacled boy was unsure of what to do and he felt angry with himself that he had not bothered to ask either Remus or Snape what he should do to help Draco. Harry hated feeling so helpless.
After a moment, Draco's body relaxed notably, and the trembling subsided. His breathing evened out as he remained pressed against Harry's chest. Shortly after, the blonde pulled back slightly. "Thank you, Harry." His smooth voice sounded a bit strained, but much stronger than it had before.
"Are you feeling better?" asked Harry. "Here, let me see your hands." The bespectacled boy took the other's slender hands in his own calloused ones. Draco's palms were still bleeding freely from the little crescent shaped puncture wounds his nails had inflicted, and the crimson blood stood out startlingly against his pale skin.
"It's not bad," Draco commented quietly. Harry looked up to find grey eyes avoiding his gaze. The fair Slytherin's voice still shook slightly when he continued, despite his obvious effort to control it. "There should be some essence of dittany in the drawer behind you."
Harry kept his right hand on Draco, hoping the contact helped, as he rolled onto his back and opened the drawer on the bedside table with his free hand. He fished around blindly until he felt a small bottle.
It turned out to be a blood replenishing potion, which Harry guessed was not needed, and the next bottle he felt was the sought after tincture.
"Why does Snape keep a bunch of potions in the bedside table of his guestroom?" Harry asked as he opened the bottle, still only using one hand. He held one of Draco's injured ones with the other.
Draco released a slight hiss as the fluid was poured into the wounds, but then replied softly. "I've stayed here before."
Harry paused for a moment, not sure how to respond to that statement. He wondered if that was only during the past year or if this had been Draco's retreat for some time. He recalled Snape's message in the cemetery and decided the latter was probably the case.
Harry figured it was not the time to question the other boy about any of that. He finished applying the dittany and sat the bottle on the bedside table without looking at it. Draco still was not meeting his eyes.
"What- Er�Draco, I'm not good at this," Harry admitted in frustration. "What can I do?"
The hands Harry had just healed fisted his shirt tightly. After a moment, Draco answered; "Just keep talking�please."
Harry quickly racked his brain for a topic. The Hermione-like voice in his head told him that talking about Quidditch would be insensitive; in addition, he really did not follow any teams. Parents were definitely out of the question, but then Harry remembered Narcissa Malfoy's hidden room and Draco's hidden cupboard�before he knew it, Harry found himself talking about Sirius.
For a long time, Draco merely listened, then he asked some questions, and eventually began to mention stories his mother had told him about Sirius as a child.
As the conversation continued, both boys began to relax. After what felt like a couple hours, Draco began to drift into sleep and Harry smiled, deciding that was not quite as bad as he had expected it to be. He heard a slight shuffling sound and glanced at the door. It sounded as if someone was walking away from it, and Harry wondered who had decided to check up on them.
Harry decided not to worry about it. He knew Remus and Snape had cast plenty of defensive spells on the house, and he assumed that Snape had some previous protection on it. Within minutes, the green-eyed boy was fast asleep.
Harry woke up again about an hour later when the blonde lying against him released a heart-wrenching scream.
This time it proved more difficult for Draco to regain consciousness. Harry sat up in bed and held the pale boy still as he spoke to him encouragingly. Although he quieted quickly, the fair Slytherin continued to mew, tremble violently, arch, and cry in his enchanted nightmare. Draco's muscles were taut and his skin was cold and pale as Harry tried to wake him.
Harry continued to hold the pallid boy still and spoke to him as calmly as he could manage. "Draco� Draco, please�listen to me�you're safe. I'm here�"
The door to the small guestroom flew open abruptly as Snape barged in. The steady sound of footsteps on the stairs indicated that Remus was close behind.
"Has he woken at all this evening, Potter?" Snape questioned in a harsh whisper.
"Yes, about an hour ago�I think," said Harry, not looking away from the grey-eyed boy until Remus entered the room at a run, his wand drawn.
The lycanthrope stopped in his tracks once he saw the three in the room. Warm eyes quickly scanned over the scene before Remus stepped up to the end of the bed and began casting a silent, but complex looking spell. He nodded encouragingly to Harry when the boy looked at him in concern.
The bespectacled boy returned his attention to Draco once again. "Draco, you're safe. You're at Snape's house. We're all here�its okay�"
"Continue as you are," said Snape. "I need to get some potions for him." With that, the sallow skinned man turned and left the room, his nighttime robe billowing out behind him just the same as his daytime ones.
Remus still appeared deep in concentration as Harry repeated Draco's name and some blind reassurances to the blonde. The pallid boy�s lurching and trembling subsided greatly by the time Snape returned with a few vials.
"Wait a moment, Snape," said Remus without opening his eyes or ceasing his wand's movement. "It's better if he pulls out without those and he's close now. Keep talking to him, Harry."
Harry returned his full attention to the blonde. "Draco, listen to my voice; I'm here�we're all here. You're safe; everything will be alright if you can just come back. Draco, please� I know you must be tired of fighting by now, but don't stop. Draco, come on�"
Suddenly, the pallid boy started and sat up so abruptly that he collided painfully with Harry.
Without hesitation, the bespectacled boy wrapped his arms around the emaciated boy and began speaking to him softly. "Draco, it's okay. You're with me. We're in Snape's house. He's here too, and Remus. You're safe�"
Harry continued speaking quiet reassurances while his oversized nightshirt felt too small with how tight the other boy was fisting the material. Draco's own nightshirt was dampened by cold sweat and the thin form beneath the cloth was trembling. After several minutes, the pale boy took a few deep breaths.
"H-Harry�?" he asked once again, his voice even shakier than it had been after his earlier nightmare.
"I'm here," Harry replied, tightening his grip on the boy to enforce the statement.
After a moment, Draco moved away enough to look at Harry. Grey eyes were haunted as they stared into Green. "You're never going to get enough sleep this way," he said quietly.
"I'll get enough," replied the raven-haired boy with a sigh of relief. Then, he stroked the blonde�s back, paying no mind to the damp shirt or prominent bones beneath. "I'm more worried about you. At least I don't have to deal with the nightmares on top of it. How are your hands this time?"
"Hands?" repeated Snape softly as Draco raised his slender hands between himself and Harry. The blonde seemed be keeping his focus on the bespectacled boy at present.
Harry took the pale hands into his own and uncurled the slender fingers. Once again, Draco had cut through his palms. Without a word, Harry reached out to the bedside table and retrieved the essence of dittany. Then he carefully treated the wounds on Draco's hands.
When Harry turned his head to give Draco a moment as the blonde wiped the tears off his cheeks, the green-eyed boy noticed a peculiar expression on Snape's face as he observed them. A glance behind him showed that Remus was also watching, but with a mix of concern, relief, and pain etched into his features.
The werewolf gave Harry another encouraging nod before the teen returned his attention to the other boy. "What can I do?"
"I don't know," answered Draco before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I don't want to keep waking you."
"I'm not leaving you alone," Harry replied firmly. "What if you don't wake up on your own? What if you hurt yourself worse than this?" He gripped the other boy's hands to emphasize the question.
"I'm not going to hurt myself and there's no reason for both of us to keep losing sleep," answered Draco simply; his voice sounded worn.
"That last was probably the worst you'll encounter. You did very well, and you did most of it on your own," said Remus gently. "I think you know what to expect from here on in."
"Lupin did have a point earlier about becoming dependant on potions," stated Snape with an expression that clearly showed how loathe he was to admit that much. "However, that does not mean you need to avoid them completely. You have done very well already, and I think you have dealt with this on your own enough for one night�especially the first."
The sallow-skinned man placed the potions vials he had retrieved on the bedside table. "I trust you can tell what these are?" After the blonde nodded weakly, Snape continued in that oddly soothing tone that he seemed to reserve for the boy alone. "It is only a weakness if you allow it to be. I'll be in my room if you require anything."
After a brief moment of silent communication between the he and Draco, Snape inclined his head and then swept out of the room.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Remus asked gently, catching and holding the named boy's gaze with his warm eyes.
Harry nodded, "Yeah. Thanks Remus."
The werewolf nodded once. "I'll be in the sitting room; call if either of you need anything."
"I will," the green-eyed boy answered honestly.
Remus turned as if to leave and then paused. "Oh, and Draco�? You might want to try wearing some light gloves to bed until you have a handle on the nightmares." His eyes indicated the pale boy's hands. "I used to do the same thing when I was a child, and it helped to keep the damage to a minimum."
The grey-eyed boy nodded before answering weakly, "That�s a good idea. Thank you."
Remus nodded to the boys and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder before quietly leaving the room.
Harry turned to back to the blonde. "Are you alright? That one was almost as bad as when you first took the curse."
"I'm alright, Harry," Draco assured. His voice was still soft but not nearly as shaky as it had been before. He noticed the concerned and skeptical expression on Harry's face and his voice gained some strength. "Really, I am. I'm just a little shaken�I'll be fine in a moment."
The raven-haired boy nodded reluctantly, �Alright. Do you want any of the potions Snape left here? I don't know what any of them are."
The fair Slytherin looked at the vials on the bedside table pensively for a moment before releasing a weary sigh. He reached over and grasped only one of the potions. "We'll see how I do with just this and then I'll decide if I want to use either of the others."
"That sounds like a plan," commented Harry. He simply wanted the other boy to be all right, and had no idea of what could be done for him.
Draco took the potion and placed the empty vial on the bedside table before the two boys settled back under the covers. Harry started when their arms touched again. "You're freezing," he said as he rubbed the blonde's cold, pale arms.
"It's mainly the potion," replied the grey-eyed boy, who sounded more tired than he had to begin with.
Not knowing how to reply, Harry settled for making a sound of acknowledgement and pulling the wan boy close to him in an attempt to warm him.
"I think the curse is affecting the Horcrux," Draco said very quietly.
Harry paused for a moment, unsure if he had heard correctly. �What?�
"Some�" The pallid boy's voice cracked and he took a deep breath before continuing. "Some of the things in the nightmares�they didn't come from me�I'm sure of it." Draco was still speaking in barely more than a whisper; "And when I first came to�I felt something�just under my skin� I didn't like how it felt. I- Harry, I'm only giving this spell one shot and then we have to end this�one way or another."
"Draco, I-" Harry took a deep breath as well. "I understand, but� I don't want to- I can't-"
"Please, Harry," Draco said, voice still soft, but with a firmness and desperation to it that Harry understood perfectly well. "I-"
"I know," the Gryffindor interrupted. "I'm sorry, I know� You're right. We'll finish this. Remus' spell will work though." It has to, the green-eyed boy thought as he held the other boy tighter.
"Harry�?" Draco asked hesitantly, as though he was unsure of something, or ashamed to speak aloud what he wanted to say next. "I'm afraid."
"So am I, Draco," replied Harry softly. "When I said that to Remus once, in third year, he told me he would consider me a fool if I wasn't�I think that logic applies here."
The white-blonde hair under Harry's jaw shifted, and Harry assumed Draco had nodded. After a moment of silence, the wan boy began to tremble slightly and only then did Harry realize that he had fallen asleep once again.
Harry stayed awake for some time, attempting to comfort the emaciated boy as he shivered and mewed softly in his sleep. Draco was clearly having nightmares, but they seemed much less violent and dangerous than the last. Harry considered waking the blonde a few times, but decided to wait until it looked more serious than a usual nightmare to do so, since Draco really needed to take as much rest as he could.
Harry was not sure how much more the other boy could take. The Slytherin�s body had clearly been pushed to its limits, and it looked a though his mind was on the same path now. The unruly-haired boy hoped that Draco could hold on long enough.
He also hoped that Remus' spell would work. Harry decided he would talk to Remus about what Draco had said about the Horcrux in the morning. He wondered if the fair Slytherin would say anything about it to Snape.
The green-eyed boy soon fell asleep as well, this time he remained undisturbed until well into the morning.
When Harry awoke, the first thing he noticed was that he was alone. Pushing down the irrational panic that stirred within him, he headed down the stairs and into the sitting room. There he found Remus -wearing some worn Muggle clothes similar to those he had worn the previous day- seated on the sofa, intently reading a tattered old tome.
"Good morning, Harry." The named boy started when the werewolf spoke. Remus had not even looked up from the page he was reading until Harry startled. Kind eyes darted to the teenager immediately afterwards. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"That's fine," answered Harry, wondering if all of that had been a werewolf trait, or simply a Remus trait. "Er�where is everyone?" he asked, hoping not to sound too concerned.
The small grin that suddenly appeared on Remus' face told Harry he had not succeeded in his deception. "Snape is in his laboratory, and your boyfriend is in the kitchen."
Harry began to nod but then froze as he realized what his surrogate-godfather had said.

The grin remained as Remus' warm eyes took on a knowing quality. "I take it you haven't figured out what to call him yet. Sirius had the same problem at first."
"He did?" Harry questioned, somehow feeling better with that knowledge.
The lycanthrope nodded. "You'll come to understand it all in time; don't worry about it too much. How was the remainder of your evening?"
Harry found himself speaking in a rush before he had worked out how he wanted to answer. "Draco took one of the potions�it made him cold. He fell asleep not too long afterwards. He still had nightmares, but they didn't seem as bad, so I didn't wake him� Was that the right thing to do?"
"From what you had to go with, yes," answered Remus gently. "Whether Snape or I would have done the same would depend on whether he took the periwinkle-colored potion, the transparent one, or the dark red one."
"It wasn't red or clear," answered Harry.
Remus sighed and nodded. "I suppose I cannot say much against that�it's what I would have done where I in his place. He should do better with the nightmares anyway as he adjusts to them and once his health returns fully; I don't think we'll have much reason to be concerned."
"What did he do and what do you mean by fully?" questioned Harry in a tight voice. He really whished he had checked on those potions with Remus, or even Snape, before they left the room the previous night.
"I mean that Draco is in poor health now, do to the treatment he received over the past year and the stress he has endured,� explained Remus. "Remember what Snape and I told you about the aeternus noctis curse? Once he recovers fully -at least physically- the curse will be more of a nuisance than a threat."
"As for the potions," Remus seemed to think a moment before answering. "The one he took, while it certainly did help him a little, was more for your benefit than his when taken alone like that. It didn't stop the nightmares or put him into a deeper or lighter sleep. Mainly, it prevented him from injuring himself and waking you. Had he not been treated as quickly or as thoroughly as he was when we countered the curse, that could have been a fatal mistake."
Harry was torn between shock, upset, and anger. The last was aimed at Draco, himself, and Voldemort. He would not make the same mistake twice, and he could do no more about Voldemort that he was already doing.
"I need to go talk to Draco," Harry said before looking around the room with its book-lined walls. "Where's the kitchen?"
Remus pointed to a bookshelf across the room. "That one opens as well. It turns into a staircase a few feet in, so mind you don't fall. Harry�?" The bespectacled boy paused on his way to the hidden door to look at the werewolf. �Don�t be too hard on him.�
Harry paused for a moment before nodding and opening the hidden door, and then he turned to Remus once again. "Thanks Remus."
The lycanthrope nodded and then returned his attention to the tome on the coffee table before him.
Harry suddenly recalled that he had wanted to discuss something else with Remus. With a glance into the dark hallway before him, he closed the door and turned to face the werewolf again.
"Is something wrong, Harry?" asked Remus as he looked up from his book once again.
Harry nodded and moved to sit on the sofa beside the scarred man. "Draco� He thinks that the aeternus noctis curse is affecting the Horcrux�the one in him, or that he is, I guess."
"What makes him say this?" asked Remus, looking very concerned but keeping his voice calm.
"He said that some of the things he saw in the nightmares from the curse didn't come from him," Harry replied sounding much less calm, but looking just as concerned. "He also said that he felt something inside him when he woke up�something bad.
�Remus, he's only giving us one shot with trying to find a way to destroy the Horcrux without killing him. He said he wants this to be over� He's scared, Remus�we both are."
"We all are," corrected Remus gently. "I cannot say that I am actually surprised by any of this, Harry, but I am sorry. We only have one or two shots at trying this spell at best anyway. Nagini very well may not survive a failure, and we have no way of testing it once she's passed."
Remus placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and locked eyes with the boy. "I'm going to do everything I can to make this work, Harry, and I'm sorry that I cannot do more. Just know that whatever happens, there isn't anything more you can do. I know that doesn�t seem like a very strong comfort at first, but regrets can tear you apart in time and it will mean something later.
�I am so proud of how you have handled everything that has happened, Harry. I know Sirius and your parents would be as well. I also know that it isn�t fair, but you have to hold on just a little longer. Can you do that?"
Harry blinked and nodded. "If anyone can do this; it's you. I'm so glad you're here, Remus."
Harry found himself pulled into a tight embrace, which he welcomed and returned in kind. After a moment, Remus stroked his hair and said, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
The two males moved apart after a moment, and Remus looked at Harry kindly. "I think you might want to check on�Draco, now."
Harry smiled softly at the lycanthrope; "'Boyfriend' is fine, Remus."
The werewolf smiled softly in return. "Well done, Harry. Now, I need to finish translating this section before I can move on�Unless there is anything else that you wanted to talk about?"
"No," Harry stood and headed for the hidden door once again. "I think you've covered everything for this morning." He looked back at Remus one more time before entering the dark hall and finding the mentioned staircase.
Harry descended the stairs and soon found himself entering a basement kitchen, which was smaller, but not very different from the one at Grimmauld place.
The green-eyed boy stopped in his tracks however when he saw a pan of eggs and another of potatoes cooking themselves while Draco sliced some fruit by hand as he glanced at the stove to check its progress. When the blonde finished, he walked a few feet to a cupboard and pulled out some dishes. As he moved to the small table, he noticed Harry.
"Good morning," he said, ignoring Harry's gaping expression as he continued to set the table. "Did you manage any sleep last night?"
"You're cooking�" Harry managed stupidly.
"Technically, yes. Although I mostly just cast spells and then supervise," responded the wan boy. "I'm actually quite good at these sorts of domestic spells. Mother taught me; she thought it was good that I learn them, even if I would most likely have house elves when I grow up.
�I'm not sure if father is even aware that I know them�" The pallid boy's expression, which was not bright to begin with, dimmed further. "I suppose it doesn't matter anymore�or it won't soon enough."
Harry blinked and managed to close his mouth. "That's his fault Draco, not yours. I just didn't expect you to know any of this stuff�"
The blonde shrugged at he set the flatware in their proper places by the dishes. "Well, my cooking is better than Severus� anyway. Lupin said that Sirius used to adore his cooking, and that coming from anyone in my family means that he's very good. I didn't want to keep him from his work though, so I volunteered."
"You're just full of surprises Draco," commented Harry as he moved to help the fair boy with the few things that were left to do. "Speaking of which�Remus told me about the potions�about what you did. Did you know that they countered the curse well enough for it not to kill you, or were you just willing to risk it?" His voice grew dangerously tight by the end of his question.
Harry realized he had stopped moving entirely, and was watching Draco with a hard stare.
The blonde did not flinch or look ashamed in the least. "It might not be worth much to anyone else, but I do happen to value my life, Harry. Of course I knew Severus and Lupin had countered it well enough.
�I also knew that we needed to sleep and I had already fought the worst I would have to without potions. Of course, I still would rather not use them unless I need to. Therefore, I decided to try the best medium I could find. I'm sorry I didn't explain that to you, but you would have only made it harder on both of us."
"How do you manage to gain the upper hand in every conversation?" asked Harry in an incredulous tone. "I would say it's your breeding, but Snape has a penchant for that too, and no one can top Remus, and neither of them are wealthy or purebloods."
The bespectacled boy sighed and crossed his arms. "Okay, I see your point, but next time will you tell me when you're putting yourself at risk? What if something happened? I wouldn't know- You do understand the dangers of this curse, right?"
"I do," Draco assured him evenly.
"Well I don't, but what I do know scares me�and I don't want to lose you over this after everything you've made it through," Harry�s voice softened as he spoke. "And you're wrong; you know�your life is worth something to me�and Remus, and even Snape." Harry released a half-hearted chuckle, "Hell, even McGonagall seemed worried about you during that meeting. You're worth more than you know, Draco."
Grey eyes searched green for a moment, and then Draco shook his head slowly. "And you say that I'm full of surprises. When did you gain the ability to sound so profound and over-sentimental, Harry?"
Harry smiled at the blonde. "I guess we're a matched pair then." Before Draco could respond, Harry closed the distance between them and pulled the wan boy into a heated kiss.
"You should get dressed," Draco said softly after they caught their breaths while breakfast continued to cook itself.
Harry nodded and seemed to be taking in every detail of the other boy's face, "Okay. I'll tell Remus that breakfast should be ready on my way back down."
Draco nodded, "Will you tell Severus too?"
"Alright," Harry stepped away from the pale boy.
"Thanks," the grey-eyed boy watched Harry turn and head towards the door. "Harry�?"
The bespectacled boy immediately turned to face him, "Yes?"
"What's happening?"
"I don't know," replied Harry, knowing by the look in his eyes that the blonde was not referring to Horcruxes, curses, or spells. "But I'm not complaining."
Draco took a deep breath and murmured, "This has been the strangest couple of weeks�"
"I know;" the raven-haired boy shook his head slowly. "I never saw any of this coming."
"Neither did I," Draco turned back the table. "We still have to decide when we're leaving."
"We'll talk about it after breakfast," said Harry as he turned to the door again. Somehow, he knew the other boy nodded behind him as he left the room.

Author�s note: Updates will be coming slower from here on in, as this is the last pre-typed chapter I have on file. I have the rest of the story mapped out though, and even have most of the key scenes and the epilogue written entirely already. Hopefully, I�ll be able to update once every week or two. Thank you.
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