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Somewhere in Time	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 64471 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Will repost this when I get it back from my grammar betas. Special thanks to Nerys for beta-ing the flow and logic. Many thanks to those of you who've read, rated, and especially those of you who reviewed: magentasouth, Trixabell Lestrange, Aviendha, Mekom, Lady Miya, Fleur K., Tourniquette, and Ssserpensssortia!

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Chapter 44

Hermione remained frozen in her spot as her stomach flip-flopped. How did Slytherin know she was there? It was impossible, or at least, it seemed impossible to Hermione, since Tom appeared to have no idea that he was being followed.

Unless he had been pretending, too. But why in Merlin's name would he allow her to follow him? And to let her find out something like this?

And Slytherin said "people," didn't he? So there must be someone else following Tom. Could it be Ginny?

Frantically, her eyes skimmed around, but she couldn't find signs of the redhead. Her mind continued to race, and she wondered how many people followed Tom here tonight.

"Do show yourself, uninvited ones. It will be … less desirable for you if Tom and I have to force you out ourselves."

"Impudent witch," Tom muttered, his eyes narrowed.

"The bushy-haired one," Slytherin said instead of questioned, to which Tom nodded.

Hermione's breath caught when it hit her. He was the person who saved them from the trolls. Salazar Slytherin was the one who had cast the curse and knocked them out.

Realization opened another floodgate of questions and horrifying speculations. It was clear by now that Tom had lied to her and why he had lied to her. He had known all along who had saved them. There was even the possibility … No! Hermione was certain that Tom and Slytherin had spoken with one another that day, and Slytherin had probably knocked them out on purpose to speak with his heir. The fact that he had saved Harry, Ginny, Draco, and her had been luck on their part because if Tom had not been there, Slytherin probably wouldn't have bothered.

A shiver ran down Hermione's spine. She wondered how close the five of them had been to death that day. If Slytherin or Tom had wanted to kill them, they would have gotten the chance to, and the five of them wouldn't have had the chance to even try to fight back.

Slytherin's monkey-like face contorted into a cold sneer, and she realized that she had stalled for too long. He had lost his patience for waiting for her to appear. Before a squeak made it out of her throat, she was propelled through the air and fell into a heap at Slytherin's feet.

With horror, she noticed that her previous theory was proven true.

Lying right next to her was Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny," Hermione breathed out, fear rushing through her system now for both of their safety.

"Impudent witches," Slytherin corrected Tom. "Rash, daring to the point of stupidity … If they're not Gryffindors, I'll eat Godric's hat." He observed Hermione, and the thought of Slytherin knowing Legilimency flashed through her mind, causing her to lower her eyes. "Self-sacrificing … Definitely a Gryffindor," Slytherin sniffed.

Tom had a reserved look on his face and had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Overrated in cleverness, too," he added, staring pointedly at Hermione.

"You lied," she said through gritted teeth, glaring at Tom.

"That much is obvious," Slytherin replied for Tom, rolling his eyes before an amused expression appeared on his face. "She apparently needs to have her priorities sorted as well, but then again, Gryffindors were never known to have any common sense when it comes down to self-preservation." He crouched down and looked at Hermione. "Do tell me, little girl, were you more upset about the fact that Tom lied or about the fact that he lied to you?"

Hermione did not answer and kept her eyes on Tom while Ginny scrutinized the man in front of them, surprise written all over her face.

"But … but this isn't possible," the redhead muttered.

Slytherin's grey eyes roved over Ginny. "Red hair, freckles … Let me guess: Another Weasley?"

Ginny's mouth snapped shut before she answered, "No."

Slytherin's eyebrow shot upwards, and Hermione knew that she had been right: He did know Legilimency and was most definitely a master at it. Ginny lowered her head to hide her expression from Tom, and Hermione looked off in the distance.

Do not look at him in the eye. Do not look at them in the eyes, Hermione repeated in her mind like a mantra.

However, frightening thoughts continued erupting in the back of her mind.

Slytherin knew they were time travelers, which meant that he could bypass whatever spell was placed on their minds to prevent people from finding out that piece of information. Additionally, Hermione had no idea what else he had seen when he looked into Ginny's and her eyes. Lord Voldemort had not known Slytherin before they messed up the timeline, had he? Would that mean that the Light would fall now? Harry … oh no … Harry … would that mean that Harry would be killed by Lord Voldemort instead?

Her thoughts were disrupted by Slytherin, who suddenly addressed Tom, "I need to talk to the two of them alone."

Hermione and Ginny couldn't help it; both of their heads snapped up, and they stared at him. Tom was equally as confused, since he was also gazing at Slytherin. In contrast to the pure surprise on their faces, there was also a tint of caution added to his expression.

"Oh, for goodness's sake! I'm not about to kill your little Mudblood. Just run along now, and I promise she won't lose a single strand of her hair before you see her again," Slytherin said.

His words made Hermione's eyes flicker over to Tom, who now had a frown on his face. When he noticed she was looking at him, he turned around stiffly and walked away. Slytherin waited until Tom was out of hearing distance, though it took quite a while, since the latter seemed reluctant to go.

"So … little time travelers," Slytherin spoke, catching Ginny and Hermione's attentions.

Both carefully placed their eyes on his eyebrows instead of his eyes. By this time, they had pushed themselves up to sitting position.

He laced his fingers together and scrutinized them. For a moment, Hermione was reminded of Dumbledore, but she doubted she would've been in the danger of dying if she was in the presence of her former Headmaster.

"Now that you are finally here …" Slytherin started to say.

"Finally?"

Hermione could not help interrupting him. He was speaking as if he'd manipulated the situations so that they would come here to Germany and encounter him.

"Yes, finally," Slytherin replied, glaring at Hermione as if annoyed that she dared to interrupt him. Nonetheless, a fleeting glint of approval appeared in his eyes. "When Albus came to me—"

"Came to you? Why would he come to you?" Ginny spoke up this time.

The frustration on Slytherin's face increased. "Bloody Gryffindors. That is why I like Slytherins so much better. At least they know when's the right time to keep quiet and allow ones who are superior to them to speak without interrupting—"

"Which is why you end up with people like Crabbe and Goyle in your House," Hermione retorted, earning a giggle from Ginny.

Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the two of them, and his wandhand twitched.

"You, little Mudblood, best learn to keep quiet, or else I may go back on my words with Tom," he warned quietly.

Deciding that shoving the ancestor of Lord Voldemort towards becoming murderous might be detrimental to one's health, Hermione closed her mouth, but he didn't continue speaking. Instead, he paced in front of them, trying to find the best way to communicate whatever he wanted to say to them.

Hermione did not bother resisting the urge to study his face and marveled at how … different he looked from his descendant. Salazar Slytherin was really … not the best-looking wizard in the bunch, and she had to say, she was glad that Tom did not look like him. Though truth to be told, if she had not seen Slytherin's statue in the Chamber of Secrets, she would have never guessed that he was the one who had promoted the superiority of purebloods. He seemed … mild and almost kindly.

"So as I was saying, before a little Mudblood and a little blood traitor interrupted," Slytherin continued, shooting Hermione and Ginny a glare each, "when Albus came to me, I realized that I had to talk to at least one of you—"

"Why would Professor Dumbledore come and look for you?" Hermione repeated Ginny's question. Out of all people, she mentally added. "He was looking for—"

She stared at Slytherin as realization hit her.

"Yes, I am Konrad Feierabend," he sighed wearily, giving up on trying to stop the two Gryffindors from interrupting him.

He paused, and Hermione took this time to digest the information that she had just found out. It was … absurd to her how he became friends with Dumbledore, the person who had single-handedly manipulated the death of the last heir of his. She wondered if he had known or had even tried to stop Dumbledore from doing so, though either way, it hadn't work in the timeline she had known. Not to mention the fact that Dumbledore was a Gryffindor … but then again, she and Tom were also in a … relationship.

"I wanted to speak to at least one of you," Slytherin repeated. He paused again. "Do you recall what happened that day? The day when you were sent back in time?"

"Why?" Hermione asked.

A frown appeared on his monkey-like face. "Are you always this suspicious?"

Hermione chose not to answer, deciding that he would not like what she would say.

"I am the only one who should know that method. However, I was not the one who had sent you back in time," Slytherin said when he acknowledged that she did not plan to answer his question. "I do not have a reason to do that, unless I become barking mad in the future and decided to drive myself further towards the realm of insanity—"

Talkativeness must run in the bloodline, Hermione thought to herself as Slytherin ranted on and on. Well, at least that was one mystery solved. And insanity. I have plenty of proof to give him, showing that he doesn't need to become barking mad; he already is, with his stupid ideology. What sane person would hide a basilisk underneath a school filled with students?

"—but even then I doubt I would send two Gryffindors to do that," Slytherin continued to say.

"If Professor Dumbledore came to look for you, then you must know where he'd gone afterwards," Hermione spoke up, interrupting Slytherin's rant.

He quirked his eyebrow at her, and a smirk quite similar to Tom's appeared on his face. "I never said he left."

"He never left? You meant you've kept him here?" Ginny asked, both enraged and frightened at the same time.

Hermione shared the same sentiments as her, but she was very concerned with the situation they were in right now. There were only a few possibilities why Salazar Slytherin would bother to manipulate them into traveling to Germany by using Dumbledore, and none of them seemed very harmless to her.

"Where is Professor Dumbledore right now?" Hermione asked, deciding to get straight to the point.

"He's not—" Ginny trailed off, her eyes widening in fear.

"No, he's not dead. I'm not about to kill someone who could be considered my friend," Slytherin answered, a bit annoyed.

"Where is he right now then? Is he safe?" Hermione inquired.

"He's under my care right now, and if anyone wanted to harm him, Gellert Grindelwald included, they'd have to get past me first. Does that sound safe enough for you, little Mudblood?" Slytherin asked in return, obviously getting a bit irritated with the questioning session they were putting him through.

"Why did you want to speak with us?" Hermione asked, not the least bit scared by his demeanor.

She supposed she should be more frightened in Salazar Slytherin's presence, even if she had gone through "training" with Tom for the past few months. The ancestor should be scarier than the descendent, shouldn't he? However, for some reason, she just could not muster enough fear inside her for Slytherin. Strictly speaking, her fear towards Tom had been waning for the past few weeks, too. It was almost, however stupid it might sound, as if she could sense that Tom and Slytherin would not kill her, even though they had threatened her with it. It was a rather … strange revelation for Hermione, but she could not dwell upon it for the time being.

"I wanted to know who sent you back here," Slytherin replied.

"That's it?" Hermione pressed on, and she knew suspicion was overly present in her voice again because the man raised his eyebrow once more.

"You've been spending far too much time with my heir over there," Slytherin concluded, nodding his head in the direction of Tom. "Yes, that's it, little Mudblood. I need to know who else is using a spell that only I'm supposed to know."

"But we don't know," Ginny answered. "Dumbledore must have told you that."

"He did," Slytherin admitted, "but I thought that perhaps you would have other clues, something else that you'd forgotten to mention while you were talking to him."

Hermione shook her head. "No, we've told him everything we've known … a couple of times, in fact. Professor Dumbledore made sure about that, since he was afraid we would've forgotten something the first couple of times around."

"Wait," Ginny interjected, a certain shine in her eyes. "If you know that spell, that means you can send us back to the future, right?"

Hermione's stomach churned. She had not even considered that option, and now that Ginny had said it, it made sense … but at the same time, she was startled by the dread she felt towards it.

Slytherin stared at Ginny for a few seconds, and something flickered in his eyes—was it amusement?—before he nodded. "Indeed, I can."

Ginny looked towards Hermione excitedly, and the latter gave her a weak smile back.

"But what do I get out of this?" Slytherin asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Ginny bit her lower lip and thought for a while. "There can't be possibly anything you want from us …"

Slytherin looked between the two of them a couple of times, a frown appearing on his face.

Hermione, however, was trying to convince herself that she should be happy that she was returning to the future. She should be.

But she wasn't.

The fact that Tom was standing just a few feet away from them really did not help at all. The thought of never seeing him again was like a sharp knife wedging into her heart.

Suddenly, Slytherin huffed. "I need to know who used the spell … If I send you back to your time period, you would have to tell me who sent you back here."

"But we've told you already: We don't know," Ginny answered.

A cold, calculating smile appeared on Slytherin's face. "If I am not mistaken, once you are sent back to your world, whoever this person is would try to send you back here again."

Pushing her sorrows away, Hermione stared at him with Ginny, an incredulous look on their faces.

"And how would you know if he won't succeed? And what if we don't see him before we get sent back again? And if we're getting sent back again, wouldn't it be a bit pointless to send us back to the future in the first place?" Hermione asked.

Even if it pained her, she still had to do the right thing, not follow her emotions and harm everyone else in the process. Her parents were still waiting for her in the future; Harry and Ginny wanted to go home to the future; Draco must be worried sick about his parents. She could not be selfish. She had to think for their sakes.

Still, there was a part of her that hoped her reasoning would put Slytherin off his plans to send them back. She wasn't all too enthusiastic about this; after all, Tom did have intentions to send them to Germany, but the spell messed up. There was no guarantee the same thing wouldn't happen when Slytherin tried to send them back to the future, too.

She had no desire to end up in some dinosaur-roaming time period, thank you very much.

A frown appeared on Slytherin's face again, and he started pacing around again.

"I shall think of a solution by our next meeting. You shall come here again with those two boys traveling with you," he finally said.

"One more thing: How are we going to tell you who sent us to this time period once we're back in the future?" Ginny asked.

"I was getting to that," Slytherin said, the haughty look returning to his face once again. "None of you are Parselmouths, so I will give you an object that will work once, and once only, that will grant you entrance to my Chamber of Secrets."

"How do we know if you won't trap us in there?" Ginny argued.

"If I do want to kill you, little Gryffindor, I wouldn't go through the trouble of sending you back home. I could do so right here, and I've only promised Tom not to harm the little Mudblood," Slytherin replied coldly. "All you have to do is leave a note of some kind in the Chamber of Secrets when you find out who sent you back in time. I will retrieve it from there in time."

He then cast a look towards where Tom was standing.

Apparently, Lord Voldemort was getting annoyed with waiting around in the snow. His eyes were visibly narrowed, and he looked as if he were ready to blast something off their feet when Hermione and Ginny turned around to glance at him and as he walked towards them.

"I need an Unbreakable Vow from the two of you," Slytherin announced when Tom was standing with them.

"An Unbreakable Vow? Why?" Hermione asked.

"How do you stand such an insufferable, suspicious know-it-all?" Slytherin addressed Tom through gritted teeth.

His words were nearly the same ones Professor Snape had thrown at her a few years back. However, instead of finding it painful, now she almost found it hilarious in a strange kind of way.

"For your information, Mudblood, I do not enjoy getting pestered by those insolent witches and wizards who call themselves researchers whenever I'm sitting down to do my research. Additionally, I don't need others who want to achieve immortality trying to hunt me down for information about it every single day. So, I need you to vow to never disclose my whereabouts or even mention that you've seen Salazar Slytherin," Slytherin snapped. He paused for a second. "Excluding to those two boys you're traveling with, naturally."

Hermione did her best not to roll her eyes. The only one who was obsessed with the notion of immortality was standing right next to him.

"Now if you don't mind, can we just get this Vow finished as soon as possible? I need to speak with my heir tonight, and I don't need you overhearing the whole conversation," Slytherin said, annoyed.

Hermione's eyes darted between the two snakes. Both of them returned her gaze unflinchingly, and nothing showed from their expressions.

"Fine. Then you'd have to promise that you would not harm or kill any one of us, including Harry and Draco," Hermione said.

The corners of Slytherin's lips quirked upwards in amusement, and he answered, "That's fine with me, little Mudblood. Now let's get the Vow over and done with."

And so, with Tom serving as the Bonder, Slytherin took the Vow with both Hermione and Ginny. When the ceremony was finished, Slytherin forced the two of them to leave, though Hermione was very tempted to stay somewhere and listen in.

"Don't bother hiding behind the trees to listen, little Mudblood. I'm warding this place once you are ten feet away from us," Slytherin warned her.

If anything, his words made her curiosity grow to astronomical heights. What were the two of them talking about? She wished she had taken a couple of Extendable Ears with her into the past. Though she wondered if Slytherin's wards could repel them … it would have been worth a try.

Nonetheless, the only thing she and Ginny could do while they walked back to town was speculate on what Slytherin and Tom could possibly be talking about.

Once they reached the Kaufmanns' cottage, they sprinted up the stairs, woke Harry and Draco up, and informed them about what happened.

"You're insane, the both of you," Draco said after Hermione and Ginny finished talking.

"You could've at least told us. We could've gone with you … what if Riddle tried to kill the two of you back there?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I told Ginny to warn the two of you, but she wouldn't listen," Hermione said.

"Like I was going to let you go alone with him into the forest. Who would have known what would have happened in there? He could've teamed up with Slytherin and murdered you in there," Ginny argued.

"Weaselette has a point, Granger. Slytherin promised not to kill us, but he never promised to protect us from harm. If Riddle decides to kill all four of us in there, there's nothing we can do to stop him. Even if you are snogging him, Granger, if he views you as a threat, he's still not going to allow you to live," Draco pointed out, his face paler than usual and his eyes a bit wild-looking, as if he were afraid that Tom might enter the room any minute now and kill all of them. "You know too much … We know too much. He's going to view all of us as threats."

"You have to promise me, the both of you and especially you, Hermione: If this ever happens again, even if you risk losing track of where Riddle had gone, you have to tell us first. I have the Invisibility Cloak with me. At least if he does figure out that someone's following him, we have an advantage," Harry said, ignoring Draco's words.

"Do we even have an advantage anymore?" Draco interrupted, his voice less sarcastic than he would have liked it to be because of his fear. "In my opinion, he has all the advantages. There's no guarantee what else he knows now. The way he was interrogating us in the forest that night … it was as if he knew we're from the future, and with him knowing about the Elder Wand … I have no idea what kind of future we're returning to. And besides, who knows if Slytherin's really going to send us back home?"

"Well … he didn't seem like he was lying … and he wanted to know who'd sent us here … if he doesn't send us back—" Ginny started to say.

"Weaselette, think about who you're talking about. It's Salazar Slytherin. Does it look like he has to hesitate when he's lying?" Draco pointed out.

And the three Gryffindors knew how much it took from him to say something like that about the Founder of his House. However, he did have a point, and to be truthful, Hermione was afraid, too. Even if Slytherin hadn't lied to them, she had no idea what they would find after the spell was used on them. What if his spell went wrong? What if they were sent somewhere else instead of home?

And again, who was the person who had sent them through time and what was his or her purpose?

Nothing made sense to Hermione anymore, and she would rather not think. However, she could not afford to do that.

"We have to take the risk," Hermione said firmly. "Slytherin wants to see and speak with us again … all four of us. I'm guessing that he would contact us again in regards to when and where—"

"Granger, are you sure about this?" Draco cut in, his voice panicky. "This could very well be a trap … the Dark Lord knows something, I know it. And he knows for certain that for some reason, I have his mark on me. What if this whole thing was made up just so he could take vengeance on us?"

"Malloy has a point, Hermione. I don't trust Slytherin. Look at—" Harry halted his words at the last minute, and his eyes darted over to Ginny before he looked away again.

Hermione pretended to not see it and said, "It's our only chance home." She paused. "It's a huge risk, and I'm sure Slytherin must feel that he's gaining something out of this, regardless of if it's information or something which we cannot foresee right now. However, unless we want to stay here for the rest of our lives, I think we should try it."

She glanced at each and every one of them, waiting for their decisions.

"What about …" Ginny trailed off and bit her lower lip, gazing at Hermione with uncertainty in her eyes.

In actuality, she did not need to finish her question. The fact that they were going to return to their time period soon meant that Hermione had to make a decision in regards to her relationship with Tom.

"The most important thing right now … is how to go home," Hermione said with some difficulty. "This … isn't our time period. We … belong … somewhere else."

Harry, Draco, and Ginny shared a glance, trying to make it as discreet as they could, and in the end, they did not make any objections to what Hermione said.

But whether it was because they were glad for any reason to get her away from Tom or because they could sense the sadness behind that brave front she was putting up, Hermione had no way of knowing.

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The next morning came relatively quietly. The four time travelers each had a hard time going to sleep the previous night, seeing that they were so close, yet so far away from home. They sat at the edges of their seats during breakfast, and Hermione found it hard to concentrate on what Nicholas was trying to tell her. Her eyes kept floating over to the doorway where Tom would walk through.

"And so I think it would be a splendid way to improve the living conditions of house-elves," Nicholas was saying.

"Mm-hm," Hermione replied absentmindedly.

A crestfallen look appeared on Nicholas's face when he realized that she was not listening to what he was saying, and at that moment, Tom swept into the room.

Hermione leaned forward and bit her lower lip, suddenly at a loss of what to say.

"Good morning," Nicholas greeted Tom.

Nicholas paused, and his expression turned introspective as his eyes darted between Hermione and Tom.

"Good morning," Tom replied, the smile on his face more like a sneer than anything else. Hermione kept her eyes on him, preparing to speak to him the moment he sat down. Before she could say anything, however, he said in a low voice, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. I shall give you Slytherin's letter after breakfast."

Hermione sat, confused, for a second, before it sank into her mind that he had misinterpreted her glances. However, there were no ways for her explain herself—how could she possibly tell him that she was returning to the future?

After breakfast, Tom glanced at her before excusing himself. She followed suit, which earned further attention from Nicholas, who had been scrutinizing Tom and her actions throughout the meal. Upon seeing this, Ginny stood up, too.

"Better be careful, Hermione, or else you might find yourself being courted by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff heirs next," Ginny snickered softly as they walked up the stairs.

Tom was leaning against the wall next to the window at the end of the hallway, his arms folded across his chest, waiting for her.

"Take care," Ginny murmured to Hermione and went into their shared room.

Heaving a sigh, Hermione went up to him as she contemplated if she should allow him to speak first or should she just … say something. Nonetheless, before she could decide, he pushed himself away from the wall, took out a letter, and handed it to her.

"He wanted me to give this to you," Tom said, "in response to what you were asking about last night."

Hermione took the letter over, wondering if she should even open it in front of Tom. Despite being … a bit upset about having to leave him, she had not forgotten who he was and what she would be risking if he knew too much about the future.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Tom asked when she stood there for a while without doing anything.

She glanced at him and looked away. On top of everything else, she had no idea how much Slytherin had told Tom.

"I could always open it back in my room," she replied, taking care to watch his expressions without making it obvious.

Something flashed through Tom's eyes, and somehow, Hermione got the feeling that Slytherin had not told him too much about his conversation with her and Ginny last night. That made her slightly relieved, though she could not fathom why Slytherin hid that from his heir.

Tom shrugged after he recomposed himself. "I just thought it was something urgent, since you were in such a hurry to obtain it from me."

"Why would I be in a hurry for it?" she asked.

"Well, you were hardly paying attention when the other people were speaking to you," he replied, "even when it was the Heir of Ravenclaw who was talking to you."

"What does it have to do with Nicholas?" she questioned in matter-of-factly. "Besides, I didn't even know Slytherin gave the letter to you."

Tom fell silent. A moment later, he shifted his body. "I don't know." He paused. "Slytherin made it sound as if you knew I would be bringing you a letter."

They both fell silent, and an annoyed expression appeared on Tom's face for a split second. For a moment, Hermione thought he might say something again, but instead, he stared at her as if she were a particularly hard to solve riddle.

What should she say to him? "It was nice meeting you. We are going home now and don't bother looking for us again?"

Yes, she was sure that would be a cheery conversation, and judging from his reaction when she told him she could not … er … continue snogging him in between classes, he would take this kind of news wonderfully.

Not to mention the fact that he was acting like a prat for no reason these days. There was no guarantee he might take things the wrong way and fly off the handle on her again.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Hermione muttered in the end, and before Tom could react, she launched herself on him and looped her arms around his neck.

He crashed into the wall behind him with his back, and the grunt that escape his lips turned into a soft moan as she kissed him. After his initial shock, Tom's arms slipped around her waist and pulled her closer.

"You're mine," she thought he murmured against her lips as his hand slipped into her hair and pressed her towards him.

And no words were needed afterwards.

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