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Stream of Consciousness	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Neither do I profit from the pleasurable experience of writing. Warning: Rape and Abuse Featured.

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Hey guys. Here�s another chap. And its meaty, so watch out and let me know if its heading where you like.
Muggles, Traps and Truths�
Narcissa smiled down at her grandson. The funny face he reflected back at her made her smile widen.
�Well, if it isn�t two of my favorite people in the world.� Lucius murmured as he sat down next to Narcissa. Today they were going to venture into the Muggle World. The inability to use their magic with their own wands, limit free was privately driving Narcissa mad. She was absolutely certain that her husband�s thinly veiled optimism was sure to wear out if they kept up their present nearly magicless lifestyle.
�It�s nearly time for us to depart.�
�Where are we going?� Lucius asked, his voice lighter than his expression. Narcissa knew how much it pained him to condescend to spend time amongst muggles, especially after that dreadful incident with the muggle Hermione. They would never live down the torture of the muggleborn half of the Golden Trio. Not only had Narcissa�s own sister been the tormentor, but it had happened in their very own home. No, there was no escaping the involvement the Malfoys had in the rise and downfall of the Dark Lord and no witch, wizard or knowledgeable muggle would let them live it down.
It was time for them to move on with their lives, especially with a new Malfoy to care for and raise in such a new world. Narcissa hinted that to her husband before standing with her grandson in her arms. It would be a short walk down into the small hamlet that bordered their land. There was a notice-me-not charm on their property so that they would have to suffer a curious muggle wandering around their property.
�There is nothing wrong with getting a little fresh air. Besides, I want to send Draco a gift that won�t be inspected by those aurors. It can�t be magical or they�ll suspect that we�re up to something.�
Narcissa watched with an openly amused expression as her husband barely schooled his features as a snarl crept off of his countenance. �Shopping with muggles no less. Narcissa, darling, we�ve spoken about this��
�Yes, we have.� Narcissa concluded cutting her husband off. She linked her free arm with his and gently forced him to follow her off the couch and into the foyer. �It�s such a beautiful day for a walk and some light shopping. Why we haven�t enjoyed the grounds nor the small village nearby since only Merlin knows when�� Narcissa trailed off watching with anticipation as her husband squared his shoulders. It wasn�t as if they had aurors posted outside the manor grounds. In the old days, that was the case, but now they had a bit more freedom, unless they ventured back into the wizarding world of downtown London. Now that would be asking for trouble and an escort of vengeful aurors.

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Lucius quickly realized that his wife was not going to change her mind and adapted. �I suppose a short walk would be energizing. Notice how I said �short�,� Lucius emphasized with a gesture to the front doors. They opened easily as the couple advanced.
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Narcissa ran her fingers nimbly over Scorpius� back. His was cooing softly against her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, Narcissa watched her husband�s hardened features melt. O, how she loved his reaction to his new lease on life. Nothing was perfect, but they had someone to look after, to live for and to build a better Malfoy legacy for. It was too late for Draco, he had to find his own path, but this innocent creature had time to experience the world in a way that Draco and perhaps not even she nor her husband had been able to. He would mature in a world where the darkness that had plagued her childhood and most of her adult life was gone for the most part.
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�I knew the idea of being amongst muggles was wrong for a reason.� Lucius said aloud as they finally entered the village. The streets were sparely crowded with the ordinary faces of non-magical people. Narcissa suppressed a snide comment in favor of enjoying Scorpius� expression. His eyes wondered the marketplace. It was as if she could see his mind working.
�Not today, dear. Oh, look over there, there�s a sale sign. I wonder what a cam-cor-der is for?� Narcissa spared a glance at her husband before heading toward the red sign.
Lucius clenched and unclenched his fists. Narcissa kept walking. She knew that he would follow her, if only to appear normal. Narcissa had remained in her robes assuming that most muggles would think she was wearing a dress. Lucius had transfigured his formal attire into a simple long sleeve shirt with black slacks. The material was still as rich even in its transfigured state.

Upon entering the shop, Narcissa turned to stare openly at the funny looking contraptions on the shelves. None were very big. Many were the size of her palm or slightly larger. There was an older man standing behind a long rectangular counter made completely of glass. Inside were more of the same contraptions. Adjusting Scorpius in her arms as he tried to reach for a funny shaped piece of paper floating from the ceiling, Narcissa�s attention was enamored by the oddest sight.

There in a box of glass was herself holding Scorpius! When she moved so did the mirror version of herself. �Lucius, look! It�s some kind of charmed object.�
Narcissa watched as Lucius came into the glass box. He stood next to her with an amazed expression on his face. Narcissa turned Scorpius so that he too could see the muggle magic in the box of glass.

�Yes, yes, it is a charm alright. A good price too.� The man behind the counter exclaimed as he set down his newspaper. �It is the latest version of a new camcorder.� Narcissa gazed at her grandson. She wasn�t sure how to respond to the shopkeeper. She didn�t have the slightest clue about these contraptions let alone the funny glass box that she could see herself in.
�If you�ll just take a look over here.� Narcissa tore her eyes away from the vision of herself and followed the man with her eyes as he began gesturing to the contraptions on a shelf to her left. Lucius caught her eyes and raised his eyebrows mockingly. Buying muggle things was not something a Malfoy would do with pride or self-respect.

�How new is it?� Narcissa asked trying to make conversation.

�Just got the new shipment two days ago.� The man lifted one of the funny shaped black objects out and set it down on the glass. �Per chance your husband would like to hold the child while you test this one out.�
Instead of arguing as Narcissa assumed he would, Lucius lifted Scorpius out of her arms and smirked at her. Narcissa made a point of mirroring his expression before heading to over to the shopkeeper. Narcissa leaned over the glass table and tentatively held the small box that the shopkeeper handed her. It wasn�t as light as she had imagined and it had an odd shaped glass circle protruding from one side.
�Yeah, you hold it like that�� Narcissa smiled as she held the camcorder upright with the glass circle facing away from herself towards the wall across the shop. She looked down at the funny rectangular piece that showed her a small picture of the wall. It was a smaller version of what she could see if she looked herself.
Narcissa found that she was overjoyed when the shopkeeper offered her another smaller version of the camcorder. He called it a camera and with it, he claimed that she could capture moments in time that would last for life. Narcissa became so engrossed with that last comment that she found herself spending the rest of their outing learning as much as she could about the latest muggle photographic contraptions.

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They were up to something. Harry could feel it in his gut. The first few days of class had evolved into weeks and then into months. Before Harry knew it, the Christmas holidays were upon him. Harry closed his eyes and leaned back into the embrace of Luna.
She had been something like an extra wand to him. She was loyal, unpredictable and always there when he needed her. Luna had become his sole confidant as his relationship with Hermione and Ron seemingly withered away. Harry knew that they were at a turning point and that soon enough things would become less awkward and more like it was before. It would be different, but they would at least be able to enjoy each other�s company. Currently, the rift between himself and most of Hogwarts� student body was causing enough grief.
Harry had had his fair share of trick packages in the owl post. He�d endured quite a few hexes and two cursed objects being left in his presence. He was certain that Madame Pince wanted him to be condemned to the kiss for the last library disturbance that nearly set the whole place in flames. Though nothing was damaged beyond a good repair charm. Harry had earned a trip to the headmaster and a loss of points from the Gryffindor house that would have made Severus Snape blush. Of course, Professor McGonagall kept hounding him to admit that he was being bullied so that she could interfere on his behalf. Although, some days, Harry too felt as if the elder witch was watching over Draco and she truly only wanted to see him graduated and as far from the school�s student body as possible. But to get her involved seemed unnecessary. Draco would never trust her.
Harry didn�t have any proof outside of Draco being dismissed from all in-class exams. There was even a rumor that Draco would be taking separate N.E.W.Ts from the rest of the school. As usual, no one knew why.
Harry tried to convince himself that having one solid yet outlandish friend was better than having a whole house of friends who associated with him because of his hero status. There was nothing Harry could do that would change his reputation as the Malfoy�s Personal Auror or MPA, the initials he had found scrawled on the stall of one of the boys� toilets. Hermione had come to him with complaints from several Slytherins about his stalking Draco after hours. Harry thought he�d shown a decently cool head by admitting to the accusations and firmly justifying his actions. The idea of getting support from a fellow student and a Slytherin no less had surprised Harry. Pansy was one of a few elder Slytherin who winked at him when they saw him wandering the dungeon corridors late at night. Not only did he ward off mischief from ill-meaning Slytherins, he warded off the other houses as well. Hermione of course huffed her way through the conversation warning Harry to watch himself. She appeared to want nothing more to do with the Draco versus Hogwarts� situation except to impede Harry from getting involved too deeply.
In fact, if Harry opened his eyes, he knew he would see his old entourage staring at him from time to time from across the small meadow of Professor Firenze�s classroom. It had become more of a hang out spot open to any students wanting to mediate in the presence of the stars. Harry found himself there more often with Luna than any other place on the grounds. Harry mostly attributed that to the winter weather outside and his lack of fascination with Hagrid�s restored hut. There were too many memories there with Ron and Hermione to return only to start anew with a young witch he knew would only confuse Hagrid to no end.

�They think we�re up to something.� Luna whispered quite dreamily in Harry�s ear. Feeling Luna�s knees press into his sides, Harry snuggled back into the fresh scent. Luna breasts cushioned Harry as he continued to revel in her presence.
�I thought they followed us in here for a reason.�
Harry could feel Luna inhaling. Her chest rose and fell and he couldn�t have felt more at peace than when he had resigned himself to his fate just a few months prior in the Forbidden Forest. The situation between himself and those who made it their mission to bully Draco gave Harry a sense of renewed purpose.
�Only half of them are here. The Weasley is missing.�
Harry opened his eyes and confirmed Parvati, Seamus, Dean and Erin Macmillan. They were definitely a smaller group of conspicuous spies that often drifted after Harry when his classes and meals were done. Harry had tried to point that out to fellow professors and even Hermione whenever he was found with his wand drawn and spell unleashed. As the more experienced wizard, he was expected to turn the other cheek or sheath his wand. Harry had no intention of doing so when his loyalty was at stake.
Harry understood that Ginny wasn�t proud to call him friend let alone a pseudo adopted brother. Hermione had hinted more than a month ago that she would be joining Ron with his family for the holidays. Knowing that he had nowhere to go except perhaps the Black estate, number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry thought he would be invited back to stay with the Weasleys. Atlas it seemed that news of his shift in priorities had reached the Burrow and Harry hadn�t received so much as an invite from Ron. Harry still wasn�t sure if he should be surprised, but as things stood, he could not choose between a defenseless Draco and self-righteous Gryffindors. It was simple in his eyes at least.
�Hmm, how much do you want to bet if we leave they�ll follow us?�
Luna hummed behind him. �I don�t know about betting, but I doubt they will stay in here for long. I overheard Padma at lunch talking about a �Christmas surprise.��
Harry waited a moment to see if Luna would continue. When she remained silent, Harry took it as a sign to speak his mind, �Talking in code. They�re planning something for the hols then? Well, I�ll be here and I know they wouldn�t dare trespass on Malfoy property so the estate is safe.�
Cool fingers lightly caressed his temples. It immediately eased the tension that built at the thought of harm coming to Draco confronted Harry with his weakness. Luna was able to curb the intense emotional reaction, but not always. Relaxing in Professor Firenze�s old classroom failed to ease the pressure to succeed against the vengeance of obsessed peers. Harry was glad that Headmaster Morvick left the classroom charmed and open to students, especially those enrolled in Trelawney�s abysmal class.

�You could spend it with me. Father and I wouldn�t mind.�
The gentle finger tips paused in their circular motion. Harry didn�t answer right away. His mind was solely focused on the task at hand, Draco and anything else was secondary. �No, I can�t. I have to make sure that Draco�s safe first.�
Luna silently completed the last of her intended menstruations. They parted at the doorway. Harry headed back to Gryffindor common room. He wasn�t sure where Luna was headed, but he hoped she would keep her wits about her. The horrid tricks other students took pleasure in always forced Harry to be on the lookout for students up to no good. Honestly, why couldn�t Ron and Hermione see what Hogwarts had become?
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Draco raised his goblet alongside Zabini as the headmaster led the toast. He didn�t particularly feel like participating, but he did what was expected of him. He only had two more nights and then he would be free for a few weeks at least.

The meal passed by without incident. Draco made a point of ignoring the intense stare Potter was giving him. The heat of his gaze was a constant reminder of Draco�s lowly status at Hogwarts. Draco knew that Potter was actively watching out for him and for his safety. After all, the adolescent followed him as often as he could. He and that Looney Lovegood spent their time acting as unwanted bodyguards.
Draco wasn�t looking forward to coming back after the holiday break. Nor was he looking forward to this evening. After dinner, he would be left to his own devices in the dungeons that held the Slytherin keep. It wasn�t the darkness or the loneliness that bothered him, it was the silence. Aside from being given detention for the night, his friends and loose allies had been given no grief from the other students. Draco was very skeptical as they all were for what lie ahead for him. Zabini, Goyle, Pansy and a few others would be serving detention with Filch thanks to a Gryffindor prank gone awry. Draco knew that some students (who hadn�t even been present) suspected that he had been at fault for the explosion, but Professor McGonagall knew of his disability and had quite ironically turned a blind eye to his presence.
Draco felt the flurry of house elf magic indicating that the meal had arrived. He fought the urge to race back to the safety of his room to view one of three short films his mother had made for him on a funny little box. It used small long metal containers called batteries instead of magic. Draco was delighted when he was in its presence. The muggle contraption was fun and utterly undetectable to fellow Slytherins, some of whom ransacked his room not two weeks prior. What they were searching for, Draco still didn�t know.
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�I wish you would stop with the obvious obsession.�
�I wish someone with authority would believe me when I say that he�s in danger.� Harry turned around to face his mate. Ron looked utterly unimpressed with his line of argument.
�Well, first you have to prove that he�s in danger. Of course, we have to discount all the rumors and threats he�s gotten so far. I mean no one�s actually harmed him.� Harry bit his tongue to stave the harsh remark that wished to lash Ron and wipe the calm expression from his face. Somewhere in the past few weeks, Ron had evolved and Harry was unsure how or when it had happened. Hermione seemed more than proud of this transformation. She saw it as Ron�s maturation into a man. Where Harry stood in comparison, he wasn�t sure if he wanted to know.
�Yet. No one has harmed him yet. I fully intend to watch out for him. Ron, I mean it something is going on, I can feel it.�
�Mate,� Ron put down his goblet after sloshing a mouthful, �You�re reminding me of when you thought he was in league with well�Voldemort. I didn�t exactly believe you then. How do you think I�m supposed to react to this feeling of yours now?�
�Investigate it!� Harry hissed as he leaned over his forgotten meal. He ignored the dark looks he got from his peers on either side. Though they gave him wide berth, they didn�t fail to impress Ron and Hermione with their innocence. Harry knew he appeared more and more paranoid as the year progressed. He�d already been given twelve detentions from four different teachers. One of whom sent him to Madame Pomfrey for examination. His magic was reacting just as wildly.

His sixth detention came from an overly powerful spell which sent one of the Parvati sisters to the hospital wing. The class had been shared between Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. The real kicker was that he was aiming for Seamus. Harry had to scratch his head at that one. The intense reaction from his housemates caused Professor McGonagall to constantly intervene to protect him and to remind his peers of all that he had sacrificed to save them all. Harry was admittedly annoyed with her tactic, but it worked for all but one week before the hexes and curses began coming his way again. Harry was sure that soon even the professor would leave his defenses and have him committed to St. Mungo�s for obsessive conspiratorial tendencies and beliefs.
None of that really mattered. Only Draco�s safety did.
Hermione sat down rather hard next to Ron. Her curls bobbed as she moved quickly to fill her plate. �I take it the situation is resolved?� Ron asked Hermione in regard to some lower classmen�s squabble. He made certain to give Harry a pointed look. Harry took the hint and stopped talking. He�d found recently that if he wasn�t talking about Draco, he didn�t have that much to say. At times, Harry wanted to compare himself to Luna. She often spoke of the oddest creatures and mythical beings and no one else really shared her enthusiasm for the subject. Even if what Harry spoke of was conspiratorial to others, it was real to him.

Harry engaged Hermione and Ron in light conversation for the rest of the meal. The progress of his dinner took on a similar pace.
***
Draco exited the Great Hall as he usually did in the throng of his peers. This time something was different. Try as he might, Draco was unable sidle his way through the crowd to the stairs leading down into the dungeon, unlike his comrades who disappeared before his eyes. What was even odder was the lack of attention he received when he attempted to shuffle through. A wall of students and the current they created as the streamed up the main stairwell carried him along by force.
Before Draco knew it he was on the seventh floor. The majority of the bustling students left were Gryffindors and none of them spared him a glance. Dizzy, Draco wandered back the way he�d come. He could hear the chatter of the paintings on either side of him wondering aloud why a snake like him had ventured into the lion�s keep. Draco didn�t bother replying or defending himself. There was no point. These paintings wouldn�t believe him even if he tried to explain himself.
Standing with a calm, Draco didn�t feel, he stopped when a dark figure appeared before him. There was a sharp poke in his back indicating that he was surrounded.
�Your wand, good sir,� Seamus joked as he slowly made his way into Draco�s line of sight. Draco considered feigning ignorance or attempting to escape whatever cruel and humiliating prank these Gryffindors were planning.
�You could just let me go. I won�t say anything.� Draco said softly.
�We won�t be doing that, Draco. You have something that doesn�t belong to you,� a level voice spoke behind him. It was female and a Weasley at that.
�You have the wand of a wizard and you are no wizard.�
�I am�� Draco began before his voice was lost to him.
Cold laughter covered the silence. �Let�s have fun, Draco.� The voice was familiar but he couldn�t place it. It wasn�t Gryffindor.
Even if Draco had wanted to feel the thump of his heart hammering against his chest, he couldn�t. The two wands attempting to make holes in his back were intent on making an example any form of escape. Of that Draco was certain. Slowly, Draco twisted his right arm and he felt his wand leaving its hidden holster beneath his sleeve. It was snatched from him before he could react.

�What a sight,� a new voice said loudly. His deep voice echoed around the corridor.

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Harry paced back and forth. �Are you even going to pretend to show some respect?�
Harry eyed the new professor as she wrung her hands. Professor Maoilriain was stuck yet again watching over the students who been given a detention. Harry knew that she had always been torn between her admiration for him and her need to show him that she was a powerful and capable witch. Harry respected her or at least he thought he did.
Harry paused, �You don�t really want a response to that do you?� Harry wondered if tact was on his side, Merlin knew he could have used a good luck potion right about now. Maoilriain kept her eyes trained on him. Harry knew she was considering his statement.
Maoilriain was a few levels above Flich when it came to detention. She wanted to do more than punish she wanted her students to admit their guilt and discuss how to become better. Harry considered her more of an informal therapist than anything else. After having spent so much time with her over the past few months, Harry and quite a few other students, especially Slytherins had come to an understanding, if only during detention. They mostly made up bogus apologies and heartfelt emotional declarations. As soon as the professor�s eyes were trained on another student, the one that just made the admission would roll his or her own eyes. Harry was almost desperate enough to consider the time spent in detention as a way to spend time with his peers. Almost.
�Harry, I understand that you�re still a young wizard finding his way in the world. You already have so much and you�ve lost a lot in the war, but it is no excuse�� Harry sat down and hunched his shoulders. He�d heard this sermon all too often. Of course he didn�t have comrade to suffer through this session with tonight. For some mysterious reason, he�d been left to his lonesome as if everyone numbskull he knew who usually shared in this fate had been on his or her best behavior this week. Damn, something was definitely happening tonight.
Harry nodded as he leaned back against his chair. The dreary office was a reflection of Professor Maoilriain�s boring and extremely safe demeanor. Harry shoved his hands into his pocket and avoided the intense gaze the professor tried to trap him with. She was in no way breaching his mental defenses. His occulmency was still shit, but he didn�t put it past her to try her luck. Goyle had sworn after their third session in detention together that the old Hufflepuff had tried to read his mind. While Harry had only overheard half the conversation, he didn�t want to be caught unaware. A Hufflepuff using occulimens, who would have guessed?
�Harry, I know you�re not paying attention. Do you take this serious?�
Harry licked his lips, he�d dozed off a bit while staring past the dark haired professor. �Well, since you know the truth, can you let me go�� Harry glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, �fifty minutes early?�
Professor Maoilriain stared at Harry for a while. Harry met her eyes a few times, but maintained his obstinate resolve. �Someone is going to put you in your place one day. It may not be me, but I hope to be there to see it.�
Harry narrowed his eyes at the wall. He didn�t want to look at the witch sitting before him. She wasn�t stupid and she knew he was more powerful than she was. He was more famous. He knew the Minister for Magic. He had destroyed the biggest threat to the wizarding and muggle world alike. He had sacrificed his childhood for people like her and this was the thanks he got. Harry would never live down his actions, heroic or not and he couldn�t live within and outside the law. There seemed no place for him to exist without someone thinking he was taking advantage of his position in life no matter how much he had resisted it or how much he just wanted to be a normal wizard.

�Are we quite done, professor?� Harry asked. Harry acknowledged the stiff nod he received and bolted from the room. Nothing would please him more than to be in Draco�s presence protecting him.
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Harry arrived two corridors down from the snake�s keep in record time. Harry caught his breath as he leaned against a cold stone wall. In the darkness, the soft glow of the torches on the wall seemed warm. Unfortunately, the warmth didn�t spread and Harry was tempted to cast a charm on himself when he felt another�s presences.
The gentle press of a hand against his back stopped Harry from jumping. Only Luna would approach him in such a manner. �They�ve been looking for Malfoy for a few minutes now. He�s not in the snake pit.�
Harry turned to face Luna. In the semi-darkness Luna�s features were sharper than usual. The pale skin seemed to melt and intermingle with the blackness of the tomb like corridor around them. Harry resisted the urge to cup her cheek the way he often did when they greeted. His heart was steady despite the circumstances. He wasn�t sure if his meeting with Maoilriain would reach the headmaster�s ears. Being called into his office for another patient lecture wouldn�t be unpleasant, but it wouldn�t be quaint either.
�Harry,� Luna cocked her head to the side, �They�ve moved on to the fourth floor. I overheard Goyle saying that he was heading to the seventh floor to see if the Gryffindors were involved.�
�Other houses could be working together you think?� Harry followed Luna as she led the way up to the ground floor. There would be more light, but Harry hadn�t thought to bring his invisibility cloak. Damn, he could have used it. He would get another detention for sure if he was caught by Filch or Maoilriain. Harry reached out to feel for Luna�s shoulder as they made their way up the stairs. He felt for the bone that protruded awkwardly on her left shoulder. He learned that it was caused by a curse thrown at her during the Battle of Hogwarts that couldn�t be duplicated under the Polyjuice potion. A small flinch from Luna was all he needed to confirm that she was who she appeared to be.
Upon reaching the fourth floor, Luna squeezed his hand which had remained on her shoulder during their ascent. It was all quiet. They hadn�t even run into Filch�s mangy cat, Mrs. Norris. They wandered around for a bit. Turning up with nothing, Harry lead the way up the next flight of stairs before the staircase became temperamental and shifted. Harry could have growled at the thing as it stopped moving with them on the third floor.
Harry quickly shadowed Luna as she ran down the flight of stairs and up the next heading for the seventh floor. Harry wondered what her rush was when he crossed the platform of the fifth landing. It was like a rippling in the air, a whoosh that breezed through him and drew him closer to the seventh floor. Something was happening and Harry had a sick feeling that Draco was caught in the middle of it.
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