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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 4
“Reggie, pull up your pants. You will not be flashing everyone at the party. There are kings here in attendance! Cerise, please stop pulling at your hair, I swear on Merlin himself its as pretty and as curly as it will get. Lily, could you go check on James? Oh, Alfred, thank you love.” Harry took a second for himself and took a relaxing breath as Alfred handed him a thankfully sleeping Orion and went over to help Cerise with her hair.
He didn't know when this chaos had become tradition but anytime they had a party, all the children would pile into his rooms with their robes bunched in their hands and tried to monopolize the single floor to ceiling mirror facing Harry's large canopy bed as they got ready. His three eldest sons had once been part of that tradition until Salazar declared he didn't need his mother fussing over him at age ten, James decided a shirt and trousers thrown under any old robe made him fit for the grandest occasions, and Hadrian was told by Tom he needed to be at the party supervising and not mollycoddled by Harry. He missed them being here like this, but at least he had Lily and Alfred for a few years before they decided they were too old for this.
As always, there was a grand party thrown at the restored Slytherin Palace for the birth of another Riddle child. All the dignitaries and kings from Toms allied countries came to give their congratulations. There were equally as as many enemies but the party was a show of Toms growing power. They’d moved from the Riddle manor to the palace a month ago to get everything ready for the week long house party. Tom had wanted to have the party earlier on but Harry nixed that idea very quickly. He refused to allow Tom's political games to interfere with his children's education. So they waited until after the children were on their winter holiday. But that meant that their Yule celebration, which Tom usually celebrated with his closest death eaters would be coming up right after this party and it was just a greater stressor in Harry. He didn’t like it but he understood the necessity of showcasing Tom’s power.
Harry had thought, seeing as how Orion was a squib that Tom wanted to figuratively sweep Orion under the rug. But this year, there were almost a thousand guests, not including the mass number of press that were to be present at the event.
Orion's slight weight was reassuring against Harrys hips but he still worried. Tom might have tolerated his squib son but that didn't mean the other wizards would. After the news broke Harry had given birth to a squib, the wizarding world had be in an up roar. Harry had had a few supporters, namely Luna Lovegood, editor of the very successful Quibbler but many others like the Daily Prophet vilified him. They blamed him, calling him a failure. Never mind he’d given Tom eight very powerful children. And Harry hated how they already attacked Orion, a defenseless baby. Under Tom’s reign, squibs had been given a few more rights but the entire wizarding community still looked down on them. But Orion was just as perfect as his other children and Harry would hex anyone who said otherwise to his face at the party tonight.
He and his family would be welcoming their guests tonight with dinner and a ball. There was an entire itinerary for the rest of the week and just thinking about it made Harry want to cry and hide under his covers with Orion. But he had a duty as Tom’s…Consort? Honestly Harry still didn’t know where he stood with the man. When he was a teen, he knew clearly he was just a political pawn, a slave to Tom but things changed. So many things changed.
He sighed and shook his head. He didn’t have time to mull over Tom and the jumbled mess their relationship-or whatever it was. Ever since the mirror incident, Tom went back to sixteen sometimes the entire day at the ministry. Sometimes the man would travel for a few days. At first Harry has been glad, his anger at the library incident still fresh. But it had quickly moved to annoyed as he'd had nothing to be angry at other than the death eaters and he didn't think it would fair to glare at them constantly. That bastard had promised Harry he wouldn't use such spells again as long as Harry came to bed without much fuss. But he was a person, goddammit, as much as Tom wanted to treat him like a favored possession. He had the bloody right to say no and say fuck off to Tom's face when he bloody well didn't feel like spreading his legs at the drop of a wand.
But as much as Harry was angry with Tom, it had been overshadowed by his children's confusion and sadness when Tom wasn't there. He’d broken down and sent a howler to Tom in a fit of pique after seeing Cerise moping about asking for her father. He hadn’t known what to expect, but it definitely hadn't been Tom calm and at dinner that night. Cerise had been ecstatic, complained about how horrible the twins were then asked about Tom's travels, wondering if he had seen any dragons. Harry happy to see his children happy, ignored Tom for the most part. For the sake of the children, no more was said about the mirror or library and Tom cut down his hours a bit to at least make dinner and pick up the kids from their day school. Even if the man was abroad, Tom made sure to get a special license from that hovering country to floo home. But Harry was still wary of the man. This just seemed like the calm before a storm.
Before, he'd been lulled into a false sense of security. He'd hoped perhaps Tom was realizing his children needed him to actually be present instead of the invisible omnipresent figure the children hardly knew. The man had shown Harry consideration, helping him with the twins and Cerise. And like the stupid man he was, he let himself hope that maybe, just maybe Tom’s mask was cracking. But nature proved to be more consistent. It proved that Tom's mask hadn’t cracked at all. It was no mask. The image of the doting father Tom presented for the few weeks after Orion's birth-that had been the mask. And how easily he'd ripped it off as he'd brought Harry to his humiliation on the library floor.
Harry vowed he learn from his lesson this time. He was more wary, never letting himself be alone with Tom. Be it their children or houseelves, harry always had someone with him. The wizard had promised not to touch him and so far the promise proved true. He didn't know if it was actually Tom's voluntary decision or the constant chaperones Harry kept around.
Though the younger children didn't notice the cold rift between them, both Hadrian and Salazar had. His older son had merely given him an enquiring look of concern that Harry waved off. But Hadrian was harder to assuage, the boy more persistent and unwavering in his questions. But Harry's problems were his own and not something the children should be concerning themselves over. So he made a small effort to have at least some stilted conversations with Tom. It wasn't his fault he couldn't help the bite to his tone or the cutting insults that more often than not ended all their conversation with Harry screaming at Tom and Tom slamming out of the room. It was actually progress for them. In previous years, it'd take them weeks if not months to pass through the silent and ignore each other phase.
He huffed. Harry didn’t know what to make of tom. Sometimes the man acted desperate, sweeping up Harry in his tidal wave of fiery passion. It left no room for thought. Half the time Harry could barely breathe. The Tom he'd faced that night in the library had been a man he hadn't seen in a long time. Selfish, unthinking, only thinking of his own wants. Harry wasn’t naive. He knew the kind of man Tom was. But he'd grown complacent. He'd come to expect a certain level of respect. He supposed he was just foolish. He was almost glad for the reprieve this week promised. Tom would be too busy threatening his allies and enemies alike and in the meantime Harry would be too busy playing peacemaker to concern himself over Tom. Which reminded him, he had to get ready!
Thankfully Sqwill popped up at that moment with his bony arms held up towards Orion. “Sqwill be taking young master while master be getting ready.”
Harry smiled gratefully and readily handed his baby over. He'd been gifted the house elf when he'd taken control over his Potter Lordship. Well, more accurately, Tom had looked into his lordship and found many of the funds and possessions misappropriated by the Order. He'd gotten Harry's magical permission to take back his lordship and handed everything he'd gotten back to Harry to do what he willed. His lordship came with an entire fleet of houseelves That refused the various articles of clothing Harry offered them and were determined to stay under his command. Privy to Harry's frazzled mumblings about what to do with the house elves who were constantly afoot-one of them tried to wipe his ass once when he'd been in the loo!- Draco had offered his experience house elf Sqwill to take command of the other elves. She'd even managed to bring Dobby, the most overzealous of the lot to heal.
“Thank you, Sqwill.” Much like Dobby, the house elves was unused to gratitude from their masters and flushed an ugly shade of purple before bowing so low her forehead touched the ground. Harry giggled behind his hand as Sqwill raised Orion high so the baby wouldn't touch the floor.
“Take him to the nursery for now, I'll fetch him when it's time.”
“Of course master. Thank you master for trusting Sqwill, master.” With a few more bows, the elf happily tottered away towards the smaller room adjacent to Harry's.
He was about to close to the doors to his rooms so he could get ready in relative privacy-or as much privacy as his room allowed with the rest of his brood running around and yelling and getting ready themselves when Reggie, sans pants, went streaking out the door laughing manically.
“Reggie!” Harry called out, scrambling after the half naked nine year old just as a completely naked Rom joined Reggie. There were suspicious red blotches all over their bodies as well as welling scratch marks.
“Rom, Reggie, get back here now! Rom!”
The running trio reached around a corner, Harry loosing sight of them for only a minute before he skidded to a halt when he saw Draco Malfoy levitating both of his boys a few feet in the air. As always, he looked poised. The picture perfect aristocrat, he looked like he stepped off the pages of a magazine with his dark green robes pressed straight, his white blond hair gleaming under the lights and his features carefully blank. The only thing marring the handsome visage was the small scar on his upper lip. The twins wore identical scowls on their faces, their bare legs kicking out at the tall blonde man with their hands cupped over their privates. They only stilled when Draco pulled out the patent Malfoy smirk and raised a perfect brow before nodding over to Harry.
Harry, who was glaring at them fiercely with his hands on his hips. “Care to explain why you two just decided to run around the house naked for everyone to see?”
Reggie and Rom shared a look before looking up contritely at Harry and simultaneously shook their head head no, their auburn curls wiggling madly.
“No?” He decided to give them one more chance to explain. When they didn’t, he stalked forward. “So what about these rashes, where did they come from?” Harry waved towards one large blotches right on Rom's tummy.
“From our clothes.” Rom said.
Reggie nodded in agreement. “They were itchy.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “And why were they itchy?”
Rom shrugged “Maybe it was made-“
Reggie interjected. “Out of thornberry cotton?”
“You wouldn't be lying to your mother, would you boys?” Draco drawled with a sardonic twist to his thin lips. He carefully lowered them to the ground. As one, the twins turned to him and stuck out their tongue.
Harry tasked and accioed the twins clothing. The twins looked fearfully at each other. “Hmm, they don't look like they're made from thornberry cotton.” Harry caught up the clothing and made a show of running his hands over the soft and expensive cloth. “They certainly don't feel like thornberry cotton. In fact they feel like-“
Reggie was the one who broke first. “Mommy, Cerise cursed us!”
“With itching powder!” Rom explained.
“Oh? And did she have a good reason?” Harry asked reasonably. Draco snickered.
“No.” The twins said at the same time. They looked away from Harrys searching look.
“Draco, you're a potions master, right?”
Draco caught Harry's wink and smiled back. “Of course, Harry. Why do you ask?”
“Perhaps you can brew me some veritas serum? Or perhaps you have it in your personal stock. I can give it to the twin's right away to make sure they're not lying to me about this. And perhaps I can ask if they know who broke my vase last month or who spelled the orange room carpet back at Riddle manor to bite at the houseelves or-“
“Mommy! We're sorry. So sorry!” Both Reggie and Rom grabbed Harry around the waist and shoved their terrified faces into his robes.
“We were just playing,” Reggie began.
Rom nodded to corroborate his brothers story. “Just playing innocently.” He ignored Harry's disbelieving snort.
“Very innocently. When Cerise came and knocked over a potion.”
“We worked so hard on it!” Rom said fiercely, frowning again. Harry knew at least that part was true. While they were mischievous, they were none the less very studious when it came to potions. Given his own aversion to potions when he was in Hogwarts, he attributed the twins affinity to it entirely on Severus’s influence.
“So we just gave her some interesting hair.”
“It was really for her to play with.”
“It looked like baby Nagini's”
“And then she cursed us with itchy clothes.”
“You should punish her mommy.”
Rom nodded his head vigorously. “Yes, punish her mommy.”
“Punish her good.”
Harry sighed in exasperation and shook his head at Draco’s smirk. Getting down to his knees, he looked at twins straight in the eye. “I'm going to talk to Cerise to hear her side of the story. But either way, in this family we do not retaliate for every mistake. Okay? If someone does something bad or hurts someone we talk about it and apologize. Not curse each other until you two are forced running down the halls naked and Cerise is left fighting off snakes in her hair.”
The twins nodded controlled. “Yes, mommy, we're sorry mommy. Forgive us?” Both poked out their bottom lip and blinked up at Harry. He had to laugh at their picture perfect display of remorse. Were he a weaker man, he would have caved. As it was, it was still terribly hard not to forgive them on the spot and smother them in hugs and kisses. So as a responsible parent he settled on one-for now. He hugged them each and kissed their foreheads.
“We’ll see.”
The twins took that as forgiveness and whooped, before grabbing their clothes from Harry and running back their rooms. Getting back to his feet, Harry shook his head.
“I don't know where those two learned the medusa spell.”
Draco smirked and tilted his head. “Remember our second year? I sent a snake at you and you scared half the school when you started speaking to it.”
Harry shoved at Draco. “Hey, let's not forget I put you on your ass just before you sent me that snake.”
“You know, I think I'm feeling ghost pains in that area.” Draco looked pained as he rubbed at his hip. “You should kiss it better, Potter.”
Harry pursed his lip to keep his amused smirk hidden. “You're worst than the twins, and that's saying something.”
Draco frowned, looking like he really was insulted. “You hurt me.”
“Good. Now what are you doing lurking in the halls like some house elf when you should be mingling with all the snobby lords and ladies downstairs.”
Raising a teasing brow, Draco leaned in closer until Harry could see the inner rim of sapphire blue before it faded to grey in Draco’s eyes. “Apparently corralling in two Potter brats.”
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “You forget Tom is their sire.”
“Forgive my treasonous thoughts then, but that's even more terrifying.”
Harry chuckled softly. “Try surviving them. I had to take away Tom's wand that one day he was babysitting them. I think the only one they really listen to is Severus.”
The taller, blonde man pulled back a bit making Harry realize just how close they had been. “And how is….Lord Voldemort, with Orion?” He asked with silted suspicion.
Harry frowned. Tom had been normal with Orion after the library incident. Distant but always knowledgeable about every detail through his death eater guards and the house elves. There was still no fallout from Orion being a squib. “He's been like he was with the others.” He finally said neutrally.
A slight twitch gave away Draco’s shifting emotions. “You mean distant and barely there. You've look absolutely exhausted. I keep telling you Potter, you're a wizard not a bloody muggle. Use Dobby or Sqwill or the hundred other house elves to look after Orion.” Draco ended his rant with hands thrown up in the air, losing some of his Malfoy composure.
Harry held back a snort of amusement. Draco was still a pompous prat. He considered it a success that he'd gotten Draco to stop saying mudblood. “In one sentence you condemn Tom for not being involved and in the other you condemn me for being too involved. And when are you going to get out of the habit of calling me Potter? You've seen me give birth for Merlins sake.”
“Would you rather that I call you Scarhead again,” he asked caustically, completely disregarding Harry's first comment.
Harry's eyes glinted in mischief. “Not if you like walking on two feet, Ferret.”
Growling playfully, Draco bent his head until his slicked back strands touched teasingly against Harry's wild mess of a birds nest hair. Harry, never one to back down, peered up at the taller wizard through sooty black lashes. For just a second, Draco’s breath stuttered to a stop as those completely oblivious eyes, as dangerously green as the killing curse, looked at him expectantly.
“Ferrets bite you know.” His voice had dropped an octave, his body moving closer to Harry's. Frowning just a bit, Harry pressed his hands to Draco’s chest to push him back. He didn't like so much of his private space being invaded.
“Um, mom? Are…are you busy?”
Both Harry and Draco broke away quickly and put an appropriate distance between themselves. Harry smiled nervously at Alfred, who looked suspiciously between the two adults. Draco schooled his features into a neutral smile.
“Oh, no, love. Draco and I were just discussing how rude it is to be name calling.”
Alfred nodded but still looked guarded. “Lord Malfoy,” he greeted shyly.
“Alfred, no need for the formalities. Especially given how close our families are, and will be.” Draco gently admonished.
Alfred flushed, although there was no hidden inflection in the blondes words. Harry noticed though and smiled. He knew of his child small romance with Draco’s son Scorpius. The boys had been inseparable since they had met in their first play date at five and seven. They had done everything together, becoming each other's shadows. Alfred had been heartbroken and wailing into Harry's neck when he'd been sorted into Hufflepuff. Not only was he the only one in the family to be sorted into that house, but Scorpius had of course followed in the footsteps of his ancestors and been sorted into Slytherin. Alfred hadn't been afraid of atoms reaction, no he'd been more scared of Scorpius hating him. Of course that hadn't happened and the boys had only grown closer despite the house rivalry. From Lily, Harry enjoyed the stories of how the two boys blatantly disregarded the house rivalry and studied with each other in the Hufflepuff commons room or relaxed in the Slytherin dungeons and cheered for both quiditch teams or wore each other's house pins. It was adorable.
“Speaking of families, you did bring Scorpius right? I'm sure the boys would like to see each other.” Harry winked at Alfred, who just blushed harder and scrunched his shoulders into himself.
Draco didn't miss the blush either and laughed. “Scorpius almost snapped at Astoria for taking to long to get ready. He's downstairs looking around for you.”
Alfred's green eyes went wide but he looked extraordinarily pleased. “Really? Me?” At Draco’s nod, Alfred barely kept his pleased squeak in check. He grabbed for Harrys wrist and pulled him towards his chambers. “Mom, you have to help me get ready! We'll see you later, uncle Draco.”
Harry sent Draco a shrug over his shoulder as he was bodily pulled and Draco tipped his head in amusement. Usually Alfred wasn’t so abrupt with anyone, almost painfully polite. So it was heartening to see Alfred loose his composure and all over a boy. His Alfred was finally being normal. And as a wizard who'd had his entire childhood stolen, that was the best gift Harry could have gotten. To see his children concerned over normal teenage stuff, stressing about getting good grades over class assignments, going crazy hormonal over romantic interests, becoming obsessed over house completion and quiditch…now those were the only things he wanted his kids concerned over. Not defeating megalomaniacs and surviving werewolves, death eaters, and dragons.
He wove his arms through Alfred as the boy led him past his chambers and down the long hall upstairs to Alfred's room. “So have you two kissed yet?”
“Mom!” Alfred was positively scandalized.
“What?” Harry chuckled. A rite of passage for a parent was embarrassing their kids. With Salazar, he hadn't been given the he chance. Hadrian took pride in all his follies so it was hard to embarrass him. He'd had a little success with James and Lily was a master at keeping secrets, much like her Sire. But Alfred was as open as a book. “You're thirteen years old! I was thirteen once you know.”
“But it's different.” Alfred whined. “Scorpius is, well, he's just so very-ugh, mom will you stop teasing me?” He looked defeated. Harry shook his head and pushed them inside the boys room. It was decorated in soft tones of blue, dark cherrywood and grey accents. Moving pictures of the entire family were spread throughout the room. A few Hufflepuff flags and badges decorated the room in tribute to Alfred's house. But there was also some Slytherin posters and a Slytherin scarf.
“Will you help me pick out an outfit?” Something that Scorpius would love went unsaid but Harry smiled softly and nodded. They both rummaged through Alfred's expansive closet, filled to the brim with the most fashionable clothes in the most expensive fabric and best cuts. Almost all of it was custom made by the Riddle family's personal tailor. Exotic leathers and furs given to them as tribute lined the clothes, made up the jackets and boots. There weren't enough days in the year to exhaust the choice of clothes worn. It made Harry extraordinarily happy to see the excess.
Growing up with so little, he hadn't particularly cared if he was properly clothed when he barely had any crumbs to fill his stomach. He remembered the Yule ball. It it had been the first time he'd ever worn new, and nice clothes not meant to be worn as school robes. Although he'd deeply loved the handmade sweaters by Mrs. Weasley, and though they had far more worth than any clothing, Harry had none the less been helpless not to appreciate how the precise cut of the clothes formed to his body. For the first time he'd looked like Lord Potter.
Now of course, his wardrobe put all of his children’s put together to shame. As much as Tom denied him freedom, it seemed the man thought lavishing him with jewels and clothes would compensate. His gilded cage was stunning with all the creature comforts but none of the warmth. And like a prized bird with his wings clipped, Harry was left to waste away.
Harry watched Alfred happily try on a deep green and silver robe with stark white britches, he hoped his son would get to kiss the boy he liked, feel passion free of shame and disgust. Be everything he was not. He smoothed the robes over Alfred's slim shoulders.
“You look very handsome.” Alfred smiled, scrunching his shoulder in pleasure.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Alfred turned. “Mum…”
“Yes, love?”
“Did you always like uncle Draco?”
Harry blinked. What an odd question. “I loathed the prat the moment he sneered down at me.” Alfred giggled at the blunt answer.
“Then how did you you two become best friends?”
Now that hurt. Harry began to shake his head. No, Draco couldn't possibly be his best friend. Ron, Hermione…the golden trio. But the children didn't know them. The Weasley were a distant pureblood family the Riddles rarely interacted with. Instead, his children called Draco uncle, their godparents were Severus and the Lestrange brothers. And their godmother, Bellatrix Lestrange had been killed by Hermione, someone Harry had thought would be with him for the rest of his life. Perhaps, if things turned out differently, Hermione would have been the godmother to his children.
“We're…I wouldn’t say we're best friends. We were school rivals and then after, he was there when I had no one else. He's…someone very special to me, but I have-had best friends. They were wonderful wizards. One of them was a brilliant witch, the best in all of my classes. If she had not been there ready with her annoying and endless facts, then I would have failed potions. And your godfather would have had my hide.” Harry accioed a comb with his wand and began trying to tame Alfred's hair, identical to his own. “And my other friend, he was the one who finally made feel like part of a family. We did everything together. And his family, they became mine. We were brothers.” Harry didn't often think about them voluntarily, the memories too painful. They'd been one of the best parts of Hogwarts. That's what made their betrayal all the more devastating.
“Well, what happened to them? Why aren’t you friends with them anymore?” Alfred frowned, his head titling just so in the exact same angle Tom's did when the man was looking at something particularly confusing. Usually, it was aimed at Harry when he did something mind boggling like change Orion by hand or play those muggle video games with the twins.
With a shrug, Harry banished his memories back into the farthest recesses of his mind. “I guess we grew up into different people.” They fought for the light, and Harry fought for himself. Never would he have imagined that those things didn't have the same priorities.
“Do you-do you think Scorpius and I will grow apart? We spend so little time as it is and he always gets teased for hanging out with a Hufflepuff,” the teen admitted on a dejected sigh.
Curling his arms around his son, Harry hugged him tight. “No, love. As long as you two work on it and remember how much you love each other through the bad, then you'll always be together.” He wasn't really thinking about Alfred and Scorpius as he said it.
“Mom!” The teen pulled away, huffing in embarrassment. “We don't love each other! We haven't even kissed!”
“But you want to.”
“Mom!”
Harry chuckled at his sons screech and decided the teen had enough torture. Plus, once he went downstairs and actually went off searching for Scorpius like a moth drawn to fire, his siblings would start in on the teasing. He reminded himself to keep an eye on Tom for his reaction to Alfred and Scorpius. So far the dark wizard had a grudging tolerance towards Scorpius; it was anyone's guess if that would change or what it would change to when he realized the blonde oh had romantic feelings for his son.
Harry helped put the finishing touches to Alfred's look, trying up his cravat and helping him into his black snakeskin boots. He looked unbearably handsome, so bright and happy. With green eyes sparkling and almost chomping at the bit to get downstairs, Harry gave him one last kiss and told him he was ready.
With Alfred's hand resting one the handle, he suddenly stilled and turned. “Mom, how did you and dad meet? I know how you meet uncle Draco, and godfather and uncle Rabastan and Rudolphus were your first guards and Fenrir saved you from the Order members but I don't think I've heard the story about dad.”
The teen was too young to see the falseness in Harry's tight smile. “You know the story, love. He was the leader of the Knights of Walpurgis and fought against the Order of the Phoenix. I was their hostage and your father –saved- me.” Now that was stretching the truth a bit too much.
“Yes, but that's just the summary version. But how did you two fall in love, why were you a hostage, what did-“
“Alfred, that's a very long story and we have a ball to get to. I'll tell you later.” He had absolutely no intention of telling him anything but he needed this conversation to be over with. It was laughable to think anyone thought his relationship with Tom had anything to do with love. But he couldn't fault Alfred for his rosy outlook. He was flying high on his first crush, perhaps looking to his parents for an example. And Harry would not be the one to shatter that illusion. He knew how soothing some illusions could be. Sometimes they were the only things worth living for.
“You promise?” Identical green eyes met and Harry's face softened.
“Of course. But not tonight.” Not ever, Harry thought.
Alfred gave Harry one more dimpled smile before leaving the room. Harry followed after him, having to get ready himself. He pushed his dark thoughts out of mind when he was almost jumped by Cerise demanding attention. Lily was impatient to get him ready, ready to play dolls but using him instead. Harry let himself be pulled and prodded by them, letting them push back all the misgivings threatening to drown him.
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