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Life Eternal

By Alecto Perdita

Chapter 5 - No Escaping

Beta'ed by Amanda Saitou

Rating: R

Posted: July 15, 2005

Revised: September 17, 2005

Warnings: Slash, HP/SS

Email: alecto.perdita@gmail.com

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, and is being used in this fanfiction for fan purposes only. All situations, opinions and characters not belonging to J.K. Rowling are the intellectual property of Alecto Perdita.

Harry was seated on the sloped banks of the Snape Beck, the small river he had discovered the first time he explored the village. He picked up the rocks on the embankment and tossed them into the running water, watching the fish flee and the water splash upwards.

Bloody hell, how was he supposed to go back to the castle now? He had tried to kill both Remus and Snape. He would consider himself lucky if the Aurors weren�t already looking for him to charge him with attempted murder. He drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. He couldn�t believe that had ended so spectacularly badly.

He quickly began to formulate a plan. He would sneak back into the castle after dark to get his trunk, and he�d leave England again. He�d probably have to come up with a new disguise, but he was going to have a hard time, having to do without falsified documents like the ones he had now. No matter, he would manage somehow- like he always did.

Harry groaned. What was he thinking? That was a stupid plan. That was the type of hair-brained scheme he would come up with in his school days. He was better off just turning himself in. The curse must afford him some protection in the eyes of the law- maybe something like the insanity clause.

He didn�t know how long he had been sitting on the grass, but the sun began to sink in the western sky sometime ago and the sky was becoming rapidly dark. His stomach grumbled. Hunger was slowly creeping over him, but he didn�t have any money on his person. He tried desperately to ignore his hunger for both subsistence and life.

Perhaps this was a worst idea than he thought- coming back to England and all.

�What are you doing out alone out here?�

Harry looked up to see Abraham towering over him and couldn�t help but think that the man looked beautiful in the dying light of the setting sun. He looked away immediately. What was he thinking? First that thing with Snape� Harry�s breath was caught in his throat as he remembered the feel and warmth of Snape�s hard body. He suppressed a shudder.

He admitted he had never bothered to resolve the issue of his sexuality. All his life, Harry never had the time to entertain any possibility of romantic relationships. After his failed attempt to woo Cho Chang, he devoted himself completely to defeating Voldemort. Yet once that was done, the curse had destroyed any possibility of initiating any sort of intimate relationship. It would have been too dangerous. Now was as an inconvenienced time as ever for the matter to come up.

Abraham sat down next to him and was watching Harry intently, even though Harry was trying his best to ignore the older man. Harry shifted a little over to the side- away from Abraham- before speaking, �You always seem to know where to find me when I come into town.�

Abraham chuckled and leaned in toward Harry with a toothy grin. �Your presence is just that intoxicating. You can say I�m drawn to you like a moth to a flame.�

Harry placed a hand on the grass to push against the ground and move even further away. He wasn�t comfortable with Abraham�s advances, but he couldn�t deny the fact he was involuntarily responding to them as well. �Just stop it. You don�t want to piss me off right now, so just stop it.�

Abraham laid a hand over his and threaded his fingers through Harry�s, gripping the hand tightly. He leaned it so his lips barely brushed against Harry�s earlobes. �Don�t you think you should stop running, Cedric? Why do you have to hide those brilliant emerald eyes? Or that scar? Your name isn�t Cedric, is it? You can�t keep running like this. It�s killing you.�

Harry tried to disguise his shock, but he knew he had failed from Abraham�s triumphant expression. Abraham held his hand in a vice grip and Harry just couldn�t get away. He wasn�t sure if he really wanted to in the first place. �How did you know?�

Abraham released Harry�s hand to place his arm around Harry�s waist. He pulled Harry into his lap so that his chin was resting on top of Harry�s head. �I also know you�re a wizard. I know that you are cursed. I know that you tried to kill that werewolf and Severus. It�s not your fault though. You can�t fight off that curse forever. Believe me when I say I know what it�s like to fight something like that.�

Harry froze in Abraham�s embrace- it was cold. He had noticed that when Abraham caught his hand before, but now it was like being trapped in an iceberg. Harry�s breath was caught in his throat, along with his ability to protest Abraham�s unwelcome actions. It was nothing like Snape�s warm body, which inflamed Harry�s senses with a mere touch. Harry shivered.

�Cold?� Abraham bent over his shoulder to graze Harry�s cheek.

Harry turned his face away and steeled his voice. �Since you know I�m a wizard, I�ll have you know I have no qualms about hexing you if you don�t let go of me this instant. Your advances are not welcomed, Abraham.�

Abraham chortled again, �Hex me? Are you sure you can do such a thing? You may not have your wand, but you still have your wandless magic. Go ahead, hex me if that is your will.�

Harry opened his mouth and one of the foulest curses he knew sat at the tip of the tongue, but it refused to move. He couldn�t breathe, couldn�t move, couldn�t think, and couldn�t fight this delicious but so wrong- just wrong- sensation rolling over him.

Abraham moved his mouth to Harry�s ear again. �See? You can�t fight this, fight me. It�ll only be a matter of time before you surrender to me.� Abraham unwrapped his arms from around Harry�s waist and gave Harry�s back a gentle push that propelled him to scramble away from Abraham. �Remember though, I am the only one who can understand your pain. I know how you can control that curse. I know your secrets but I would keep them for eternity. Find me when you�re ready to join me.�

Harry felt one last lingering touch down the back of his exposed neck. When he finally looked up, Abraham was gone and the fog that first descended over his mind whenever he was in Abraham�s presence automatically cleared. Breath came rushing back into his lungs, and he slouched. His pulse drummed in his ears, reminding him he was still alive and well- for now. He wrapped his arms around himself to fight off the bone-chilling cold Abraham had enveloped him in. Why couldn�t life ever be simple for him? He wasn�t even Harry-bloody-Potter technically and all sorts of shit still happened to him.

He didn�t know how much longer he sat there afterwards as he tried to recompose himself. He didn�t understand why Abraham affected him in that way and it only got worse every time they met. Some indeterminable amount of time later, a light summer cloak fell over his head. It jolted Harry out of his reverie. He brushed the cloak off and looked up in surprise. �What?�

�As much as I would rather leave you out here, I don�t fancy hearing from the constable that you are the latest victim of that rabid beast.� Snape wasn�t even looking down at him. He was looking across the beck at the house on the other side.

�I tried to kill you,� Harry gnawed on his lower lip. �I tried to kill you.�

�I�ve noticed,� Snape drawled. Harry saw that the man was watching him furtively out of the corner of dark eyes. �You will be pleased to know that I have not informed the Ministry of your attempt on my life or Lupin�s.�

�And why? Why haven�t you called in the Ministry?� Harry just had to challenge Snape. The man was too calm. Earlier, Snape looked ready to murder Harry in return.

�The Department of Magical Law Enforcement and I have a rather turbulent and sour history together. I will take my chances with you over the Aurors, though I may come to regret that choice in time.� Snape headed back up the slope. �Let�s go, Wesley. Siobhan will have my head if you should either starve or freeze to death, however exaggerated either threat may be.�

Harry jumped to his feet and wrapped the cloak around his shoulders. �Wait a second.�

Snape didn�t stop, but Harry caught up with him and they began to walk back to the castle together. Halfway there, Harry still felt he owed the older man an explanation of some kind. �Don�t you want to know why I did what I did?�

Snape only quickened his steps at Harry�s words before coming to a sudden stop. He whirled around, and Harry could see the expression of absolute fury on his former teacher�s face. It was so strange because it was still more restrained than Harry would have expected. �I couldn�t care less, Wesley. Your problems are your own. You may have taken me by surprise before but I will not forget the events of today so easily. I do not trust you.�

Harry lowered his gaze. What had he been expecting? He had tried to strangle the man and Snape had every right to be angry and suspicious. He wasn�t sure what to do. It was becoming dangerous for him to stay here any longer.

It began to rain as they made their way back to the castle. He pulled the cloak around his body as Snape cast a subtle rain repelling charm around himself.

~~~

�Why can�t I leave?� Harry exclaimed. He should have known it was a bad idea to follow Snape back here. He should have known he wasn�t going to get away so easily. What was he going to do when he came face to face with the Ministry? The wheels in his head began turning as he tried to pull together an escape plan.

�Yes, Siobhan,� Snape drawled. �Why can�t Wesley leave?�

�Because he signed a contract.� Siobhan stated and placed her hands on her waist.

Silence reigned as Snape glared darkly at Siobhan and her expression dared Snape to challenge her further.

He didn�t understand, �What?�

She turned her attention back on him and scowled, �You signed a contract when you took this job. A very legal and binding contract if I may remind you. You can�t abandon your job halfway through. I may have to take it to court if you did.�

Snape opened his mouth to protest more but shut it and looked away in anger.

�Why are you willing to keep me here?� Harry demanded.

�Your professional reputation,� she held her head up just a little bit higher. �Out of the few in your line of work, you are the best. As an entrepreneur myself, it�s only right that I afford you the same professional courtesy that others do.�

Over Siobhan�s shoulder, he could see his former teacher�s long-suffered look. The older man barely said more than a word since the conversation began, but Snape�s opinions were easily found in his expression. In fact, it was that same expression that Snape wore when Dumbledore subtly bullied him into being involved with Harry in any way.

Harry looked down, �I can�t refuse.�

�Cedric,� she sighed as she stepped towards him. Harry drew back because he couldn�t trust himself not to harm her. �Can you tell me what�s wrong? I would like to help if possible.�

Snape snorted and she shot a glare over her shoulder.

�You can�t help me,� Harry replied weakly. �No one can. This is something I have to deal with on my own.�

Siobhan sighed loudly again. She reached into her robes and drew his wand and dagger out. �Here,� she carefully pressed the two objects into Harry�s numb hands.

�How can you trust me like this?�

�Because I just can,� She turned on her heels, but before leaving the room, she said, �You should change or you�ll catch a cold.�

Harry looked down to find he was dripping onto an antique-looking Ottoman rug. As he scrambled off of it, he wondered why Siobhan hadn�t said anything before. In fact, he couldn�t remember seeing this in the library the last time he was in here. It must have been placed in the room recently.

Harry stared at the door Siobhan had exited through. �How can she do that?�

Snape stepped up next to Harry and grunted, �She had the fortunate benefit of escaping this family and castle early on.�

Harry peered at Snape out of the corner of his eye, �Are you going to let her do this and let me stay?�

�I have no choice.� the corner of Snape�s lip twitched in irritation. �No matter how much I disagree with her and I do, Siobhan always has the final say.� Snape turned to face Harry and leveled his wand with Harry�s face.

�What are you going to do?� Harry stepped back and brought up his wand.

�Down, Wesley,� Snape snapped as he took another step toward Harry. �I was simply going to perform the countercurse.�

�Oh��

Snape�s scowl suddenly deepened, emphasizing his frown lines. He passed his wand down the length of Harry�s body and back up. �It�s gone.�

�Gone?�

Snape narrowed his eyes. �You�ve already thrown off the curse.� Harry opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Snape. �Where did you attend school?�

�Durmstrang.� Harry muttered.

�I see�� Snape turned and stormed out of the room.

~~~

The next day, Shavonne couldn�t get out of bed. She was sick, and Severus was left without an assistant in the labs. He was both livid and worried. Yes, he was worried that his cousin was sick, but he was so close to making a break-through with the new Wolfsbane potion. He didn�t particularly care for Lupin�s cure or recovery, but the personal standards he set for himself demanded that he succeed. He couldn�t do it alone, though. He needed someone to at least take over the more menial tasks in the lab, such a cutting ingredients and cleaning cauldrons- even Sinclair or Jessica would have done at this point.

But Sinclair had gone to St. Mungo�s to request a mediwitch home visit, and Jessica left early that morning for London to sort out some trouble that had arisen with her wedding robes. Siobhan was busy taking care of Shavonne, and Wesley was as useless as ever. The man, despite all his power- and Severus did admit to Wesley being a rather powerful wizard- couldn�t even perform a simple healing spell if his life depended on it.

Siobhan wouldn�t let anyone else into Shavonne�s room because she was afraid the illness could be contagious. Severus felt he should be allowed on the contrary. Though medical potions were not his specialty, he did have basic mediwitchery training as a requisite of his potions mastery. Instead, he was pacing outside Shavonne�s room, worrying over both his youngest cousin and his research.

He looked toward the closed doors again. That was it. He made up his mind. He turned, stalked down the hallway to Wesley�s door, and knocked swiftly against the wood of the door. He waited for Wesley to invite him in. Seconds later, he knocked on the door again in a more irritated fashion but received still no answer.

The doors didn�t resist him when he pushed them open. He marched into the quarters with a myriad of putdowns at the tip of his impatient tongue but stopped dead when he saw Wesley asleep on the sofa. His footfall was quiet as he approached the sleeping figure. A book- a volume that Severus recognized from the library- was open on his stomach. Wesley�s arm was thrown over his face, but Severus could still hear Wesley snoring quietly.

Severus took the book out of Wesley�s other limp hand. It was a tome on inherited blood curses and it was open to the chapter on vampires. He scoffed and tossed the book onto the table on the side.

�Wesley,� Severus barked as he kicked the side of the sofa. Wesley just mumbled something inaudible and rolled over.

Severus recognized the hideous sofa that once sat in the rooms once belonging to his great-great aunt Cesare. If he remembered correctly, it had the particular quirk of throwing its occupant off when someone kicked the front leg toward the right. He couldn�t silence that slightly mischievous notion in his head. �Detention. Report to my office after dinner.� He barked and delivered a swift kick to the aforementioned leg.

The sofa bulked and sent Wesley tumbling off the edge. The younger man gave a loud yelp as he was awakened. Wesley looked around and then up at Severus with bleary eyes. �But Professor, I was just napping! You didn�t have to toss me like that! Is it a crime to sleep in the library now?�

Severus could tell the man wasn�t fully awake yet. The tone that Wesley spoke with was familiar though, and it called forth a memory that teased at the corner of his mind. He pushed the feeling aside. Wesley�s reaction was strange, but this must have been a common scenario when Wesley was a student himself. He couldn�t imagine anyone being able to address a professor at Durmstrang in this manner. However, Severus was intrigued. �I suggest you get to it.�

�Lessons tonight again, Professor?� Wesley rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. �Are you sure you can�t convince Du-� Wesley stopped when his clear gray eyes fell on Severus towering over him. He watched Wesley�s Adam�s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously. �What can I do to help you, Professor?�

Severus straightened his posture. It appeared that Wesley did not want to talk about the little incident from before but no matter, �I require your assistance in the laboratory. Though Shavonne�s illness worries me, I cannot put my work on hold for much longer.�

�But I�m not good at potions,� Wesley protested. Wesley�s current resemblance to some of Severus� students were grating on the nerves.

�Those Doxies seem to indicate that you are possessing of some instruction in the art of brewing.� Severus raised a questioning eyebrow.

Wesley looked away. �I took potions for seven years in school��

�That will suffice,� Severus turned and headed for the door. �You will assist me with the more simple and tedious tasks. I expect you to come down to my laboratory as soon as you have recomposed yourself.�

When he was exiting the room, he heard Wesley break into a coughing fit behind him. Severus frowned. The dolt had caught a cold just as Siobhan had warned him. He noted to dig up a potion for the younger man, lest he go spreading his germs to Shavonne or all over Severus� equipment and potions.

~~~

Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair. He had been that close to blowing his cover. Then again, he didn�t think Snape was just going to come barging into the room like that without knocking. He stopped and leaned against the door when a coughing fit racked his chest. He had developed a bit of a cold after walking in the rain the previous day, but thankfully it was nothing serious. He straightened his shirt again before knocking on the laboratory doors. Unlike Snape, Harry had some manners.

The door swung open in an outwards fashion and nearly nailed Harry in the forehead. Snape was bent over a steaming cauldron. The older man didn�t look up when he spat, �About time, Wesley.�

Harry walked into the room with his arms crossed over his chest. �I�m the one doing a favor for you here.�

Snape stirred the potion three times in a clockwise direction before answering, �And if I recall correctly, I am the one paying your salary, room, and board.�

Harry smirked. This was familiar territory now. �Bullocks, you�re not paying me a Knut. Siobhan is the one that contracted me. This is all coming out of her pockets, isn�t it? Guess teaching really doesn�t pay that much,� he shouldn�t have said what he said next but it was as if he had no control over his mouth. �Then again, Siobhan doesn�t have a Death Eater label hanging over her head. Why I�m surprised-�

�Enough!�

A glass vial filled with some type of rust red potion just missed Harry�s face by centimeters. It hit the door behind Harry. Harry whipped around in time to see it literally explode against the wood, leaving behind a smoking scorch mark.

�Merlin�s balls! Are you trying to kill me?� Harry exclaimed and turned around to glare at his former professor.

The man was bent over his cauldron with that ugly sneer drawn back to show his crooked teeth- an expression that Harry had seen quite a number of times in the past. His hands were digging into the edge of the work table like claws. Snape was livid. Harry knew he had gone too far then.

Snape turned to face him fully. His chest rose and fell with breaths of palpable rage. �I suppose I would just be returning the favor then. Get out! Don�t talk about things you don�t know about.�

Harry stood his ground because he knew from experience it would only get worse if he left the room and allowed Snape to stew over it. Harry knew he had wronged the man with his words, and he felt like a bloody idiot for doing so. It was best to stand his ground and let Snape try to hex him even. Anything was better than Harry running and leaving Snape with this gaping wound. Sod it, must have been his conscience speaking there. His eyes moved downwards to the stone floor. �I�m sorry, Professor. I had no right to say that.�

�You�re bloody damn right about that. You don�t think I had to pay for my mistakes?�

Harry knew from the sound of the brisk footfall that Snape was approaching him. His grip tightened on his wand. Just because he wasn�t going to hex back if Snape attacked, it didn�t mean he wasn�t planning to at least defend himself. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut sometimes. Damn Snape for always bringing out the worst in him. He knew Snape had done his part for the war. He was there. What on earth possessed him to completely disregard that and let his mouth flap away without censure?

�I worked long and hard to redeem for my sins, and I have still yet to achieve that redemption. I�m forced to teach those insolent brats, a majority of which will never appreciate the subtleties of my art. I have tried my best to act as a father figure for Sinclair and Shavonne- especially Shavonne- since their blood father passed away. I have worked so that Siobhan would have all the opportunities she deserves. I always repay my debts, whether it�s to Albus or to that infernal Potter. Now get out of my laboratory, Wesley. I cannot be held responsible if you stay.� Snape�s shadow eclipsed Harry.

Harry swallowed and looked up into Snape�s dark eyes. �I repay my debts too. There�s someone I owe my life to time and time again, and I haven�t repaid him properly yet either, not by a long shot.�

For the first time, Snape asked the question Harry felt his former professor should have asked from the very beginning, �Who are you?�

Harry�s gaze slid over to the side and landed on the glass tank where the three Doxies were flying about. Snape had constructed the inside to imitate the creatures� natural habitat. Yet the Doxies were still ramming into the glass walls in an attempt to escape their glass prisons. �Just a nobody trapped in a farce.�

Snape�s eyes followed the path of his gaze. They watched the flutter of black wings together for a few silent but surprisingly non-awkward moments.

~~~

Severus would never admit it aloud, but Wesley was a surprisingly proficient assistant. The man had a steady hand with a knife, despite the uneven cuts. Then again, that pretty silver dagger strapped to Wesley�s waist wasn�t for decoration�s sake.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, he found himself genuinely intrigued by another person. With Siobhan, there was no need to know her. He had known her all his life. With Lucius Malfoy, it had been a brief and fatal curiosity. With Potter, Black, and Lupin, all inquires was meant to achieve of the ends of revenge. With the Dark Lord, He was just a means to achieving an end. The Dark Arts had been intriguing in his youth but never before a living, breathing human being. Never before had he ever wanted to divulge so deeply into the mind, heart, soul, life, past, present, and future of a fellow man. Yet Cedric Wesley made him feel this way with those gray eyes trying to hide desperate secrets from the world under a thin disguise. Severus knew it would only be a matter of time before Wesley revealed himself.

He walked over to where Wesley was slicing the wormwood. �Thinner.�

Wesley immediately adjusted his grip on the knife and did so. �Like this?� The younger man turned around and looked up at him.

This was his chance. Maintaining eye contact with the younger man, Severus dove into Wesley�s mind. Severus only saw one image- Lupin- before Wesley forced him out of his mind. All the more interesting, Wesley knew Occlumency.

Wesley�s arms flung out angrily and knocked Severus back. �How dare you?!� the younger man snarled. It reminded Severus of the murderous expression Wesley wore when he tried to kill Lupin. �That was just low, filthy, and underhanded.�

�I am a Slytherin.� Severus stepped back and away from Wesley.

�Don�t I know it,� Wesley reached up and rubbed his temples. �Don�t ever try that shit on me again! I will hex you next time you do.� It was strange. Wesley seemed resigned to accept his attack. It only made the man more of an enigma to Severus.

�Why did you try to kill Lupin?�

Wesley looked away in obvious shame. �He was a werewolf. I couldn�t help it. It just seemed natural. It felt like the right thing to do.�

�Vigilante justice is not appreciated by the Ministry. The Hunters are a long-dead tradition and you would do well to remember that.�

Wesley stopped chopping and stared at him with wide eyes. �You think I�m a Hunter? You think I�m doing all this out of some twisted sense of righteousness?�

�You yourself said it felt like �the right thing to do�.� Severus crossed his arms over his chest.

Wesley dropped his gaze. �I didn�t mean it like that. It was just instincts. It�s different out east� The Romanian magical government is far worse off than their Muggle counterpart, it�s hard to say if that can even be called a government. Villagers could only hire people like me to rid them of their problems. And I�thought�you might have been in danger��

Severus snorted. He hadn�t been afraid of Lupin since he left school. He learned that there were far more frightening things in the world, none of which were Dark creatures. �Lupin just came to pick up his potion. I would normally have delivered it to him myself but my current research proved to be more demanding of my attention.�

With those words, he moved back over to the cauldron and sprinkled in the crushed wolfsbane. The potion turned clear as water. Things were moving along at least. It hadn�t exploded- yet.

Wesley spoke up after another few minutes of silence. �Why are you trying to recreate the Wolfsbane potion anyway?�

Severus picked up a stalk of wolfsbane flower- the yellow flower was almost sickly in color. He turned and handed it to Wesley. �Can you tell me what this is?�

�Wolfsbane,� Wesley replied very quietly as he took the flower.

�Can you tell me its effect on werewolves?�

�It will kill a werewolf, human form or not, if ingested. Any oil made with a wolfsbane base is fatal when it comes in contact with a werewolf�s skin,� Wesley was caressing the flower as he spoke.

Severus nodded. No one could accuse Wesley of not being knowledgeable of his profession. �Have you ever wondered why a plant so deadly to werewolves would be the main component of the base for a potion that helps to regulate lycanthropes?�

Wesley looked up in surprise as if that was the first time he had ever given such a thought any consideration. Why wasn�t Severus surprised?

�You neutralize the poisonous characteristics of wolfsbane with the other ingredients in the potion?�

Severus smirked. Wesley was like one of his students all over again. �Exactly. However, we have recently discovered that the wolfsbane in the potion builds up in the joints. Though the residue remains dormant on the most part, certain spells considered Dark Arts can activate the poisonous attributes of the wolfsbane. Lupin was unfortunate enough to suffer a few rounds of Cruciatus in the final battle. There is no way to purge that residue from the body. Lupin already suffers from what appears to be the first stage of the residual poisoning, he is paralyzed from the waist down. If this continues, the poison is most likely to spread throughout his central nervous system, eventually force his brain to shut down, and kill him.�

Severus noticed that Wesley was clutching the flower so tightly that he was crushing it. He chose not to point out that fact to the younger man. �You�re trying to save him. But��

Severus snorted and glanced at his experimental potion out of the corner of his eye. �Yes, �try� being the operative word. Make no mistake, I hold no hidden affections for Remus Lupin, but my family has an inexplicable attachment to that beast.�

Wesley swallowed and placed the crushed flower back on the worktable counter. His gaze moved up to meet Severus� and smiled in a rather shaky manner. �And whatever professional pride you have won�t let you give up or fail. Let�s get back to work then. Time is of the essence after all.�

*To Be Continued*

Chapters will start coming out every week or two from now on. There are 12 chapters in all and an epilogue. They will most likely be out on Friday afternoons from now on, as it's my day off from work. I hope everyone will enjoy this chapters and everything else afterwards. And HBP is out tomorrow. Have fun with that.

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