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A Marriage of Convenience	By : NinaSweets Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 158901 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 44
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Chapter Thirty-Three

Harry’s fingers closed around the crystal ball but nothing happened. His sigh of disappointment became a squeak of shock as a wand jammed into his back.

“Turn. Slowly.”

Harry turned as he was ordered and the wand never stopped making contact with him as he did so. It was now pointing squarely at his chest and he looked up into the pale pointed face of Lucius Malfoy.

“Hand it over,” Mr Malfoy said. Harry glared at him and took a quick glance behind the tall man. He was definitely outnumbered. Ginny and Neville were close behind him but there were a dozen Deatheaters glaring down through their masks at Harry. Only Mr Malfoy and a woman with wild frizzy black hair liberally streaked with grey were not wearing masks. Harry recognised the woman from her wanted poster appearing in the Daily Prophet. Bellatrix Lestrange had been sentence to life in Azkaban for numerous Deatheater crimes, most famously the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom.

“Sirius was never here was he?” Harry asked and Mr Malfoy smirked. His long white blonde hair so like his sons spilled over his shoulder as he leant forward to look into Harry’s eyes.

“You’re a smart boy Potter, why bother asking questions you already know the answer to?”

“Fine. What is this?” Harry asked holding up the ball.

“This isn’t time for games Potter, hand it over,”

“Uh-uh!” Harry said waggling his finger in Mr Malfoy’s face and glaring at him. “I’m off limits and you all know it. Voldemort kills me. You can’t do a thing do me especially not when I’ve got something he obviously needs badly enough to risk several important members of his group to come collect it.”

“You dare sully his name! You dare to speak it with your fifthly half-blood lips!” Lestrange barked stalking forward with a crazed look in her dark grey eyes.

“Keep your bitch on her leash Malfoy or I smash it!” Harry growled and Mr Malfoy raised a pale eyebrow at him.

“While the Dark Lord may be very interested in killing you himself sometimes casualties cannot be avoided. I suggest you choose your next words very carefully, they could well be your last.”

“What. Is. It?” Harry asked pointedly holding the ball perilously in the tips of his fingers. All the Deatheaters seemed to advance a fraction when he let it roll ever so slightly forward. Harry stepped back as they moved forward and raised his eyebrows at Mr Malfoy pointedly.

“That is the answer Potter. The key to why the Dark Lord targeted your parents, why he was seemingly destroyed by you, why you cannot seem to destroy one another. The answer to all your questions is right there, in the palm of your hand.”

“And you’d like me to give it to you? Why would I do that when you’ve made it sound so tempting?” Harry asked letting the ball roll back into his palm so he had a better grip. The Deatheaters all tensed again and two even gasped in fear.

“Because if you don’t hand it over I shall happily make you watch as I kill your friends!” Mr Malfoy snarled holding his hand out again. “Give it to me! Now!”

“Ginny?” Harry said glancing at the girl. She looked at him, her jaw was set, she was tense, ready to run or attack whatever she needed to do. She was ready.

“Shall we see where Draco got his atrocious Seeker skills from?” Harry asked playfully.

“Oh I’m sure it’s from his father’s side, just like that stupid hair and pinched rat face is,” Ginny replied with a smile. Mr Malfoy’s nostrils flared but Harry didn’t give him a chance to attack. He lobbed the crystal ball as hard and far as he could. He watched the dawning horror cross each and every Deatheaters face as it sailed high over their heads and landed with a satisfying smash off in the darkness.

“Smash them!” Harry yelled. Ginny and Neville both shot off charms at the shelves either side of them collapsing the shelves onto the Deatheaters.

“RUN!” Harry shouted and made sure they took off ahead of him before he also started to run. He waved his wand wildly over his shoulder bringing down more and more shelves behind him. Each smash, crash and bang urging his legs faster and faster.

He could see Luna up ahead standing protectively before Hermione and Ron.

“Duck!” She shouted. Harry didn’t hesitate in obeying, diving onto his stomach.

“Bombarda!” Luna cried and each and every shelf around them shattered into a million tiny pieces. The heavy wood falling onto the Deatheaters perusing them, Harry didn’t look back to check who was incapacitated.

Ginny grabbed Luna’s arm and dragged her out the door, Neville grabbed onto Hermione and pulled her up and out and Harry lifted Ron under his shoulders hurriedly dragging him out of the glass rooms way. He hauled him out into the spinning room and the door slammed shut behind him.

“Where’s the exit?” Hermione cried.

“We just have to get away from them,” Harry said and pointed to a door to their left. Neville came over and put one of Ron’s arms around his shoulders so Harry did the same on his friends other side.

“Why haven’t you woken him up?” Harry asked Hermione as they hurried through the door.

“I didn’t want to wake him up to have to tell him he’s lost his fingers. He’s still bleeding heavily, at least unconscious he won’t strain his system and make the blood flow faster,” Hermione replied. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she slammed the door closed behind her.

Harry turned to see where they’d ended up. The room was filled with odd glass jars filled with golden sand. There was a large bird cage with sand at the bottom of it, the bird inside was getting younger and younger until it lost all its feathers and fell into the sand beneath its perch. It popped out of the sand look old and haggard, flying haphazardly back up to its perch.

“Time turners,” Hermione whispered. Harry turned to where she was looking. Along the pale stone wall hung small circular devices with miniature hour glasses inside filled with golden sand.

“Hermione,” Harry said turning to her. “Sirius wasn’t here, I should have listened to you, I’m really sorry for-”

“That’s very sweet but you can apologise later. We have to-”

They all fell into complete silence as they heard doors slamming just beyond where they were waiting.

“Split up!” someone snarled.

Harry handed Ron fully over onto Neville so he could turn and aim his wand squarely at the door.

The door was open and before Harry could even fire off a spell Hermione and smashed the attacked over the head with one of the glass jar containing a reversing flower, blooming and wilting over and over again. The Deatheater went down with a grunt but there was another behind him.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted and disarmed the second Deatheater. The man charged at Harry ready to use his fists but Ginny tripped him with a jinx and knocked him unconscious with a powerful ‘Stupefy’.

Harry grabbed Ron again and with Neville’s help they dragged him back out into the circular room. The girls followed and Hermione drew a blue ‘X’ on the door so they knew not to go through the door.

Harry headed toward a door randomly and pulled it open. Two Deatheaters turned with a snarl and Harry quickly slammed it shut causing the room to spin again. When the room stopped the Deatheaters quickly barged out from the right and Harry pulled open the door before him hurrying through it.

Harry pulled the door closed behind Ginny and spun to his friends but stopped short as he looked around the room. All he could see was mirrors surrounding them. It wasn’t showing their reflections though, just murky shadows moving slowly within the frames.

“We’ll be okay in here to regroup,” Harry reassured the others.

Hermione sunk down to the floor in relief while Harry helped Neville carry Ron over to a safe place in the corner. Luna and Ginny were both glancing around at the shadows in the mirrors warily.

“Don’t worry, its Foe-Glass,” Harry said to the younger girls, “Their eyes will come into focus if we’re in danger, for now though we’ll be safe.”

Ginny folded her arms across her chest and frowned at him.

“Do you think if we can hold them off until morning the Ministry workers from this department will round them up for us?” Ginny asked curiously.

“I certainly hope so; I don’t know how long that’ll be though. I think we should just get out of here. Fast,” Harry said and sighed. “I shouldn’t have thrown that stupid ball, then, at least we’d have something to bargain with.”

“We could give them you,” Luna said. The four conscious people in the room turned to stare at the blonde girl with obvious concern. Luna didn’t seem to notice the odd looks and simply smiled at Harry.

“I said we could I certainly don’t think we should. You’re my friend Harry; I’d very much like you alive.”

“Oh, thank you Luna,” Harry said uncertainly and turned to Ginny who was trying to hide a smile.

“Guys,” Neville said nervously.

“Yeah?”

“What did you say happened to the mirror if we were in danger?” Neville asked.

Harry turned to the mirror and saw clearly a pair of red eyes staring back at him. His breath caught in his throat and he quickly spun, wand raised and ready.

Two Deatheaters were rushing at them shouting spells wildly.

Harry deflected most of them with shield charms but heard a squeal from Luna indicating she’d been hit by a wayward spell.

“Protego!”

“Stupefy!” Ginny cried and blasted the Deatheater before her clear off his feet and across the room where he crumpled in a heap. The other Deatheater went down with another ‘stupefy’ and then there was silence.

Harry quickly checked on Luna who had received a nasty cut on her arm staining her lavender shirt with her blood but she shook her head.

“It’s okay, we should keep moving,” she insisted and stood up offering her hand to Hermione to help pull her up.

Harry and Neville picked Ron up again, slinging an arm around their shoulders and dragging him forward.

Ginny led the way from their hiding place back into the spinning room while Hermione marked the door they’d just left with a blue ‘X’. The room began to spin wildly and as it was slowing down a door was opening to their left, Harry didn’t hesitate and headed for the door in front of him. He charged through hurriedly not looking carefully enough at the darkness in front of him.

He lost his footing and wound up rolling down a flight of stairs taking Ron and Neville down with him.

He landed with a grunt and was sat gasping for breath, the stone steps having knocked it right out of him. He was bruised and battered from his fall, the back of his head bleeding from having hit a corner on the way down. Ron didn’t seem any worse for wear but poor Neville had landed on his face, breaking his nose severely.

Hermione, Ginny and Luna were making their way down the stairs at a more sedate pace having paused to watch the boy’s spectacular fall down. Hermione had carefully closed the door behind them to make sure anyone chasing them had gotten confused by the spinning doors.

It hadn’t done much to slow down their assailants though, the door was thrown open and Hermione was the closest to it. She turned but was back handed across the face sending her tumbling down the stairs. She rolled across the floor unable to stop herself clearly unconscious.

Ginny smashed the Deatheater that had hit her with a Bat-Bogey hex but was sent flying by his colleague. She sailed across the room and smashed into the wall opposite with a sickening thud. Harry watched her slowly sink to the floor leaving a trail of blood on the wall from where she’d hit it.

Luna was suddenly by his side dragging him and Neville away from where Ron and Hermione lay.

“Luna,” Harry hissed but Luna hurried them around to the other side of a raised platform close to Ginny. Harry could see her logic, they needed shelter but he didn’t like leaving Ron and Hermione out in the open like that.

From their partially hidden spot they were able to watch the Deatheaters approach and not have to worry too much about deflecting spells.

The Deatheaters all rushed down the steps, Harry kept his eyes on Lucius Malfoy, spotting the man’s hair easily amongst the others dark heads and dark cloaks.

“Try and disarm as many as you can,” Harry said to Luna and Neville who both nodded quickly.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry cried simultaneously with his friends. The three Deatheaters closest to them lost their wands and went scrambling to collect them. Harry hit the one on the left with a ‘Stupefy’ sending him crashing down. He ducked back behind platform to take a second to glance around.

Three of his friends were down, as were several Deatheaters, they were still horribly outnumbered and Harry could sense Luna and Neville were getting tired very quickly.

Harry shook his head, think Harry think, he berated himself. They needed to take everyone out so they could grab the wounded and regroup. Harry was seriously regretting not listening to Hermione when she said they should get help. They desperately needed it.

“I’m going to enjoy this,”

Harry spun in alarm to find Mr Malfoy had come around and ambushed them. He was smiling manically raising his wand toward Harry, his cold grey eyes burning with hatred.

“Avada-”

“Sectumsempra!”

Hot sticky blood splashed Harry’s face and something heavy fell in his lap.

Hand.

Hand!

HAND! Mr Malfoy’s HAND! The man’s ugly Slytherin style ring in green and silver perched on his ring finger, clutching his wand tightly.

Mr Malfoy screamed waving his stump at Harry as if he could somehow fix it. Harry was frozen with shock and his arms were slowly loosing feeling as Luna and Neville had clutched onto him in terror.

“Stupefy!” Harry heard an oddly familiar hoarse voice shout. Mr Malfoy was blasted away from him and Harry’s head snapped to the direction of the spell. He was relieved to see Sirius running down the steps followed by Remus and several other members of the Order.

“Wotcher!”

Harry turned to find Tonks had stealthily battled across the room to their side.

“Let’s get you guys out of here,” she said waving Neville and Luna off to the right side so they could edge around the platform.

“Ginny,” Harry said turning to the red haired girl.

“Someone will come along and heal them when the battle is over but my job is to get you guys out alive,” Tonks said, her pink eyebrows pulled down in sympathy. Harry nodded and began to head after Luna and Neville carefully staying low to avoid the spells flying overhead.

“Harry!”

Harry turned to see Sirius sprinting toward him. He leapt onto the platform and then slid to his knees and off the platform to come crashing to the floor just next to where Harry was crouched.

Tonks headed around them to keep Neville and Luna protected leaving Harry with Sirius.

“Thank God you’re all right,” Sirius said pulling him into a hug.

“I’m sorry; this is all my fault I didn’t-”

“Shh! Voldemort has tricked older and wiser people, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Sirius reassured him and Harry clutched him tightly.

“But Ron, Hermione – Ginny,”

“They made their choices, it’s what friends do. I’d have followed your father to hell and back and I’d do the very same for you, we all would,” Sirius said soothingly. He pulled away to look into Harry’s eyes.

“Now you have to go, you’ve done brilliantly but you have to get out of here with Tonks all right? I’ll make sure your friends are safe,” Sirius said taking Harry’s face in his hands and pressing their foreheads together. They stayed like that for several moments blocking out the sounds of the battle around them to enjoy a single peaceful moment in their chaotic lives.

“Go!” Sirius said urgently, pulling away. Harry nodded and turned heading over to where Tonks was protecting Neville and Luna. Harry saw Hermione was crouched with them. She was okay! She’d woken up. Harry hurried over to her almost blindly.

It would take weeks for Harry’s brain to work out the next sequence of events. It all happened so fast Harry couldn’t make sense of it for the days afterward.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Harry’s head was programmed to perk for those words. It was the only memory of his parents he had. The words that ended their lives.

The tell-tale green light was barrelling toward where Hermione had just stood.

“HERMIONE!” Harry yelled but it wasn’t anywhere near quick enough. Light travelled faster than sound ever could.

Harry’s brain was frozen as he barrelled forward across uneven stones.

Blonde hair flew up in the air.

The battle sounds dimmed, like he was listening to them underwater. Bright flashes of spells played across his vision but all he could see was the bright green of the Killing Curse.

He was blind to anything but green.

His knees were stinging sharply. He had fallen on them hard.

Hermione’s head was in his lap.

“Hermione, Hermione! HERMIONE!” Harry shouted shaking her shoulders roughly.

Then there was screaming. It was high pitched and awful. It was an earth shattering sound of horror and grief wrapped into one.

Hermione sat up in his arms and wailed into the still face of Luna Lovegood. Luna’s pale eyes were set with a determined look staring lifelessly at the horrified face of Hermione that she would never see. The girl’s mouth was partially open in surprise and didn’t move as Hermione ran her hands across the girls face trying to get a response. She never would.

“Oh no, oh no,” she said shaking her head. Tears fell onto a pale cheek and disappeared into dirty blonde hair.

“Please wake up… please… please!”

Harry looked up.

Bellatrix Lestrange was lowering her wand with a twisted smile across her face.

Harry’s heart clenched at the sight of her but before he could even think of what spell to shoot at her she was running off up the stairs. Neville was chasing after her. Harry looked around. No one noticed. Nothing stopped. He wasn’t going to let another friend – no.

Harry sprinted off after them. They noticed him of course.

“Harry!” several voices yelled but it was Remus that caught his arm. Harry turned and punched the man right in the face making the man’s hands fly immediately to his nose. Harry took off up the stairs after Neville and Lestrange.

The doors in the spinning room had been left open. Harry saw the hallway leading to the lifts and quickly sprinted down it. Both lifts were gone so Harry took the stairs like a man possessed.

He ran into the Atrium to the sound of cackling laughter echoing off the walls. Harry spotted the pair beyond the fountain. Lestrange was leaning over Neville laughing her head off.

“I think it only took your mum three goes to crack, shall we see how long you last?” she asked with a demented giggle.

“Crucio!” she snarled and Neville screamed writhing on the floor.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted disarming the unsuspecting woman. She turned to him with a growl, her sunken face and wild hair making her look like a hungry wolf.

“Why not pick on someone your own size?” Harry snapped.

“Yes, why not?” a cold voice from behind Harry asked. Harry’s insides felt like ice as his scar caught fire.

Harry was halfway turned toward the man when Lestrange’s screams had him turning back. Neville had jammed his wand into the woman’s eye socket.

“Stubpefy!” Neville shouted but because of his broken nose the spell got muddled. It sent them both hurtling across the room away from each other clearly unconscious.

Harry spun to face Voldemort who was casually strolling up to him. He didn’t even go to check on Lestrange he just headed toward Harry with a single minded purpose. Harry began to match the man’s steps, carefully backing away. His wand was almost tingling in his hands itching to be used but Harry’s brain didn’t know a single spell.

“Seems if you want something done you have to do it yourself hm?” Voldemort said idly and Harry didn’t reply. He just kept stepping back as the man stepped forward, like an odd little dance. Always maintaining the same amount of distance between them.

“What happened to the Prophesy?” Voldemort asked.

“The what?”

“The little glass ball you were meant to retrieve but as you’re not holding it…”

“Oh that, well Malfoy sucks at catching,” Harry replied honestly.

“Do you want to know why I want it?”

“Malfoy said it would tell me why you targeted my parents; do you not know why you did it?” Harry asked.

“I didn’t have all the pieces.”

“And the Prophesy was the last piece?”

“Yes.”

Harry nodded and stood a little straighter. Voldemort was just staring at him. Those red eyes carefully took in his stance, seeming to almost decide if Harry was worthy of trying to battle with the big bad Dark Lord. His robes were the darkest black had ever seen, like a black panther covered in oil fell into a tar pit. They seemed to almost move with a mind of their own even though the being within them was completely still. His skin was a sickly translucent white making the black of his robes and red of his eyes stand out even more. His head was devoid of any hair and the slits he had instead of nose flared minutely above a thin lipless mouth. His long spindly fingers were curled lazily around a handsome wand, its core was a phoenix tail feather, and the same phoenix had given Harry his wands core as well.

They could not ever properly battle. Brother wand would not turn on brother wand; the magic within them did not abide by it. The wand chose the wizard, Harry had been told this many times as he had picked out his wand from Ollivanders wand shop nearly five years before. If the wand chose the wizard it wasn’t such a far leap to it deciding not to turn on its brother.

“Avada Kedavra!”

“Expelliarmus!”

The two spells collided in the air, locking their wands together with a thin gold string. Harry jerked his wand sharply to the right breaking the connection and glared at Voldemort.

“I can do this all night,” Harry said trying to control his heavy breathing. He felt like he’d run a marathon. He always did when their wands connected. The effort to hold the Killing Curse back was tiring. “Can you? I mean at any moment the employees will be swarming in here ready to start their days. Do you want to be here when they do?”

“Yes, I think I should like some target practise after I kill you,”

“Will you settle for me?”

Harry’s legs fell out from under him and he felt something invisible drag him across the polished floor. Right past Albus Dumbledore.

Harry was let go near Neville and immediately stood up but was blocked from taking a step forward by some invisible wall.

“This is not your battle old man,” Voldemort snapped.

“It always was Tom, it always will be,” Dumbledore replied calmly.

Voldemort whipped his wand up sharply and Dumbledore deflected the curse as if he was swatting a fly.

“You just can’t stand that someone may be better then you,” Voldemort glared.

“Oh now that’s not true, there are many wizards better then I, I don’t know if I count you among them these days but there was once a time not too long ago that I did,”

“Enough! I’ll kill you and enjoy pulling the boy apart after. Perhaps you can be buried side by side, the two greatest heroes of the twentieth century! Killed by me!”

Dumbledore flicked his wand at Voldemort making the man stagger back a bit but he came back firing. Literally. Tendrils of flames shot forth snaking their way around Dumbledore’s purple robes; Harry could smell the burning fabric. Dumbledore waved his wand around in a great arching circle and the flames followed like a bright orange ribbon. He sent them skittering off into the fountain where they landed with splash boiling the water momentarily.

A bright green light was heading toward Harry who had the sense to duck out of the way. Voldemort was firing curses at both of them, challenging Dumbledore to protect himself and protect Harry.

There was an odd sound, like something heavy creaking. Harry immediately saw what it was but it took Voldemort a few long moments to notice. The Fountain of Magical Brethren had come to life. The golden witch and wizard were blocking Voldemort while the Centaur had leapt over to stand in front of Neville and Harry, shielding them with his body.

Voldemort let out a roar and the witch was shattered, pieces of heavy metal flying in every direction carried by the man’s rage.

Dumbledore had been hit in the side; Harry could see the blood on his robes. The Headmaster didn’t even flinch though; he strode forward confidently and kept flicking his wand.

Voldemort was forced to back away with both Dumbledore and the metal wizard to contend with. Another round of fire took the wizard out, hot molten pieces raining down around the Atrium.

The Centaur protected Harry and Neville from most of the downpour but Harry still wound up with a nasty burn on his arm. It seared through his robes and hit his skin making him hiss and quickly pull his robe up off the skin so they didn’t get stuck to each other.

Voldemort battled brilliantly, striking quickly and gracefully like a snake, Dumbledore however matched every move just as quickly, gracefully and creatively. Both were masters of their arts. Harry honestly had no idea how this duel would end.

Voldemort lowered his wand as did Dumbledore and they both shifted from their aggressive stances to simply stare at one another tall and straight, neutral. Well as neutral as Voldemort could stand.

“I wonder,” Voldemort said quietly. “I wonder how far you would go to win your war, how many you would sacrifice until you considered your victory accomplished, how many deaths haunt that brilliant mind?”

“No more than yours,” Dumbledore said quietly. “I’m sure you know how far I will go to stop you Tom, it’s as far as you will go to succeed.”

“You’d sacrifice everything? Your soul even?”

“If that’s what is needed,”

“His soul?” Voldemort asked his eyes locking onto Harry’s through the centaur’s legs.

Harry suddenly felt like he was in two places at once. It was utterly disorientating. He was staring at himself from across the Atrium. He was seeing himself how Voldemort saw him. A skinny little boy, blood plastered to his face with wide green eyes filled with the many horrors a child shouldn’t have ever seen. A boy… a child really, a stupid child who continued to thwart his every plan, who got in his way at every turn, batting those hypnotic Avada Kedavra eyes and having people fall at his feet. Who didn’t truly appreciate the gift magic was, who ate sweets and skived on his studies instead of learning all there was to offer. This child, this boy was to be his down fall. This ignorant simple boy was to end him. Him? Who knew more of magic then the mighty and powerful Dumbledore, who hadn’t been afraid to dive into every area of magic, no matter how dark, how twisted, who strived for every little morsel of knowledge and power his mind could ever possibly possess.

Harry’s body was no longer his own. It crawled slowly, jaggedly, across the floor to where Neville lay. He rolled the boy over and wrapped a hand around the boy’s neck pressing hard. He raised his wand, his hand was shaking, it faltered slightly before pointing straight at the poor boys face.

“Avada-”

NO!

Harry flung his wand away from himself. No! He’d already killed Luna; he wouldn’t let another friend die because he wasn’t strong enough. He would fight, he would keep fighting!

He thought of beautiful sweet Luna and strong and confident Ginny, resourceful Hermione, loyal Ron and brave, brave Neville.

Harry was on his back staring at the ceiling. Voldemort was groaning on the other side of the Atrium and Harry sat up slowly to look over at him. His body was his own again. For how long? Harry clamped down on that traitorous thought and turned to where Dumbledore stood watching him sadly.

The sounds of the Floo flaring to life made Harry jump. He looked over at the dozens of fireplaces that lined the Atriums walls. The fireplaces all glowed green as employees Floo’d into work.

Harry’s head snapped back to where Voldemort had been but saw he was on the move. He scooped up the unconscious Bellatrix Lestrange and then disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

Whispers broke out, echoing across the Atrium. Harry heard his name dozens of times and mutterings of ‘You-Know-Who’.

“He- he…” Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge stumbled through the crowd. He stared at Dumbledore, a bloody, bleeding Harry and then back again.

“You-Know-Who…” Fudge said softly. “He’s back.”

Uh yeah Fudge, how you like them apples hm? They sour? Bet they are.

Anyway I hope you all enjoyed chapter thirty-three and… yeah sorry about the… just… sorry…

Nina
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