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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

A/N: this takes place just hours after the papers from Minister for Magic fudge arrive and prior to Harry awakening. I'm sorry if there is any confusion, I should have figured out my timeline before posting up to Chapter 25 or was it 23? I can't remember but I hope this satisfied those who were curious about Lucius and Severus' Bonding as well as Draco's Blood Adoption. I do warn you that the later a mildly disconcerting...

Chapter 8- Arthur collapses in the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

November 21, 1994

Arthur was spending time trying to make up from being the stereotypical absentee father he'd been for years. He loved his boys, he did. Hearing what happened to Percy had woken him up so to speak. To have the first time he'd really seen his father since Percy was a baby, be the day Percy's ex-boyfriend [who would have guessed?] told them that his son had been mentally assaulted and lost a child was embarrassing. He spent the last few days trying to remember why he married Molly in the first place.

He remembered being really little, like five or so, when he'd crawled into his father's lap and asked him why he married Mother.

Septimus had laughed and told him about his best friend Uncle Harry, Uncle Harry had been engaged to his mother's big sister Aunt Callie. Aunt Callie and Uncle Harry decided that he and his mother would be good together. They arranged to go out to dinner. His father said he made a juvenile compliment that made his mother dislike him at first. He'd never failed to win a girl before. Aunt Callie had advised him to grovel. Go down on his knees and beg her to forgive him.

His father had laughed, it had worked, his Mother Cedrella had sniffed that he needed some 'refinement' but he wasn't a bad sort. If Callie and Harfang thought well of him then he'd do. His mother had ordered his father to go out and return with engagement and Bonding rings if he were serious. He was gone five hours and she thought he'd decided she wasn't worth the trouble.

"Why did you take so long father?" he'd asked.

"Well Arcturus, I spent those five hours Apparating around Europe for the perfect rings. I didn't find them until I walked into Gregorio Marconi's shop in Rome. I was so exhausted that I didn't kneel to propose I collapsed. No woman ever put me in my place like she did. I was a spoilt child, the only surviving one of seven boys. She was so shocked that I'd returned and with such expensive rings. She summoned me a pepper up potion and told me to do the honourable thing and ask her father first. He dithered but when he saw the rings and guessed how many galleons I'd spent he agreed. He laughed that the rings were sufficient for a bride price and he could be expected see his lawyer the next day to make the arrangements for her dowry. Which I plan to grant to your brother when he comes of age, if your mother has anymore children it maybe split between them."

Bilius was a loner, worse then Percy. He had no close friend and seemed asexual for he never was interested in either sex. Loosing him was painful, he'd thought Cador was the bestest present his mother ever gave him. He'd adore his baby brother the moment his father lifted him up and spun him around crowing he'd be a big brother again. Arthur had hoped for a sister until his father sat him down and told him that his family never had girls. That he was lucky that he had his cousin Cassie who could be like a sister if he wanted. A cousin wasn't the same as a sister but Cassie was a decent sort. After Molly turned his family out she made it quite clear that none of them were welcome anymore.

She'd ranted at him for hours about him being reassigned and that he must be a coward to allow them to remove him from the Aurors ranks. It wasn't his fault that his magic wasn't considered strong enough to remain an Auror. Sure he was upset about it but he couldn't change the fact that his magic was weakening. The healers still had no explanation, they thought that being an Auror was too stressful and it was eroding his magical core. So he'd been relegated to the division he currently worked and had since risen to the potion of head of tiny department. It wasn't as Percy moaned when he was a student at Hogwarts that he had simply no ambition or was so busy being likable that he didn't have the right contacts to advance. Percy had been a baby when he'd been reassigned, and as for Bill and Charlie well they'd been too little to remember their dad had been an Auror who came home too tired to play with them because he was out saving the world from the bad scary men.

He missed being the father they were proud off; Molly refused to let him have much to do with the children after he'd been demoted. She swore up and down it was his father's way of punishing him for marrying her. After all it was Crouch who demoted him and Lord Weasley was Bartimus Crouch's uncle. It smelled of some nasty trick that his parents would play. If it wasn't Septimus then it was that nasty woman he'd married, that Cedrella. After all, Charis was Bartimus' mother and Cedrella's little sister.

Of course Arthur knew that none of Molly's accusations had any merit. Charis barely spoke to his mother, ever since Walburga became Lady Black she'd ruled that family with an iron fist. Why that terrible woman kicked his formidable mother out of the family he wouldn't know. She didn't kick Aunt Callie out as well and he didn't know why, Aunt Callie had been Bonded to his father's best friend. The Weasley and the Longbottom lines were prestigious and just as old as the Black Family.

To make it up to Percy, he'd offered to take both him and Oliver out to lunch. The Healers warned him take it easy; he got tired more easily these day. They'd warned him to delegate more. They had been furious when they'd heard not only had he gone to the Quidditch World Cup but that he'd helped the Ministry during the riot. It was worse when they discovered that he'd run out first thing on September first to deal with Moody. He was told not to go out in the field. He nearly collapsed before the end of the day after having to cast memory charms on the Muggle Pleesemen and Moody's neighbours. He was finding every day he loathed the Burrow more.

He was so exhausted he was living on coffee and pepper-up potions. He had been working for the Ministry a long time over twenty years. Maybe it was time to think about retirement, he was so tired. Some days he fell asleep on the couch in his office, waking up only to return to the Burrow to change before returning to work. Some days he took a few changes of clothes with him and used the showers in the Auror Department after spending the night in his office. He wondered if he should consider a divorce. He disliked Molly; he couldn't understand why he married her in the first place. He vaguely remembered waking up one day in bed with her and they were both naked. A month and a half later she told him she was pregnant. He had married her because he was a gentleman but something was always missing. He didn't understand how he managed to have seven children with a woman he loathed. She'd crowed when she told him she was having a girl. He thought she was crazy until they placed Ginevra in his arms. A girl? Weasleys don't have girls. It couldn't possibly be his…

Percy was, he'd held that boy mere hours after a home birth. He knew Percy was his, just as he knew Bill and Charlie were. Fred and George reminded him of his best friend Fabian. He knew that Fabian had a twin but even time he thought of him, he drew a blank. Surely if he was Fabian's best friend he knew Gideon. They were in the same House and even played on the House Quidditch Team together. Yet he couldn't remember anything about his wife's older brother.

He checked his watch, he was so tired and yet he had 'miles to go and promises to keep before I sleep.' He remembered Lily Potter, she'd come sit on James' desk and read him poetry when she came up to eat lunch with him. They'd worked in the Ministry together after all; James Potter and Sirius Black were Aurors, while Lily was so different from Molly although their colouring was similar. Lily worked for the Department on Experimental Charms but she would have been a formidable Unspeakable if she'd wanted to apply. She'd told him once that Charms and James were her life, but she lived to annoy Sirius and teach that rogue manners.

Not many people knew that he'd been James' mentor when he joined the Auror program. Frank Longbottom, his cousin's son was Sirius' mentor. Frank was his age, which was shocking given that Frank's grandmother was his aunt but that's the way the world worked. He missed Frank, he missed Fabian…

He felt his energy depleting as he made his way to Percy's office. He steeled himself, he had to be strong for his son. He walked into the department and raised his hand.

A miscalculation. That tiny movement expended the last of his energy and he collapsed. Smile on his face at seeing his son.

XoooooX

Percy was nervous about spending time with his dad, they'd never spent much time together. His father had sent him a message via the ministry's memo network asking him yesterday if he and Oliver would join him for Lunch it was so hard to pretend to be alright when you weren't. it was still shocking to have his grandmother show up on his doorstep the other day. She'd apologized for not being a part of his life. She owled him daily to make sure he was alright.

They'd had a second appointment with Mind Healer Ted Tonks.

He'd been pleased they'd taken his homework assignment literally. Healer Tonks had insisted they explain why they chose the name Alvin Drystan Wood. He waved off their questions why it mattered claiming it was therapy.

When they'd explained, he'd taken one look at them and asked if Oliver was still sharing his bed.

Percy felt his face flush, Oliver climbed into bed with him every night wearing a white undershirt that clung to his muscular torso like a second skin and boxers. Percy still slept in his old nightshirts. They were old fashioned and used but he didn't care they were comfortable.

A hand squeezed his shoulder.

Percy looked up to see Oliver, looking so sexy. He had to have come from practice. Oliver had that 'I've just been flying and barely took the time to shower' look he loved. He swallowed; he liked having Oliver hold him at night. It kept the nightmares at bay for some reason. He loved the man, Oliver maybe Quidditch obsessed but he was still Percy obsessed. He'd come home last night exhausted; running the department in Lord/Mr. Crouch's absence was exhausting. Oliver had a hot bath waiting for him; there were lavender based potions in the water. Oliver had undressed him like he was a child and not a lover placing him in the tub and washed his hair. Later he'd dressed him in a clean nightshirt, fed him and carried him to bed. He'd received a massage that put him to sleep. He'd slept straight into this morning. He covered Oliver's had with his own, "Hey."

Oliver hugged his gently, "Hey yourself. You still planning on joining us for lunch? You really should make them work harder. You're the youngest in the department. Its rude of them to over work you, head boy or not. You don't need to take on more then your fair share."

Percy sighed, they had this discussion many times since Oliver came back into his life. They hadn't yesterday because instead of lecturing him Oliver had pampered him. Merlin, he'd needed it. He had been so tired.

Oliver held up his hand, "Come on. We should be ready to go when your dad gets here. Where are your coat and muffler?"

Percy pointed to the coat rack beside the door,

Oliver took a few long strides and snatched them. He pulled a worn hat that Percy hated from his pocket, "it's cold out there and I don't want you getting sick."

Deciding he was too mentally drained to argue Percy let Oliver help him into the coat, wrapping the muffler securely around his neck to keep him warm and placing the hat on his head to keep his ears warm. The kindness was a balm to Percy's tormented soul, he could see the love shining fiercely out of Oliver's eyes and it made him warm to the tips of his toes.

Oliver pulled the gloves out of Percy's pockets and slipped them on his hands, "I can't have you getting sick." Taking one of Percy's smaller hands in his.

They started to towards the door to see Mr. Weasley walking slowly towards them and he looked very tired. Oliver remembered that Mr. Weasley rarely looked hale and hearty, he always looked tired but this was worse they he'd ever seen him. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

Arthur Weasley raised his hand in greeting as if to wave at them, then his eyes rolled back into his head and he seemed to fall in slow motion.

Oliver barely had time to blink before Percy let out a cry and sunk to his knees. He snapped his fingers calling a house elf.

His personal elf Topsy showed up. "Master Ollie be wanting Topsy?"

Oliver snapped, "Topsy get Healer Smythe and Mind Healer Tonks. Tell them Lord Weasley's eldest son's collapsed."

Topsy nodded, "Topsy go at once." She disappeared as quickly as she'd come.

Oliver hugged Percy, "The Healers will be here soon. They'll make sure he's alright."

XoooooX

It took less then fifteen minutes for both Healers to come hurrying down the hallway.

Percy wasn't taking it well at all, he was in such a deep state of shock Oliver was worried he might faint.

"I can't find what's wrong with him. Its like his body is shutting down." Smythe muttered.

Healer Tonks turned his attention to Percy, "Where should we take him?"

Oliver had no idea, "I'll go find out."

He hurried away, he stepped into the floo, instead of saying 'Weasley Hall', he said, 'Hogwarts' Head of Slytherin's apartment'.

He tumbled out of the floo to see Nymphadora Tonks, Professor Lupin, Professor Prince-Malfoy and Lord Malfoy.

There was a tense atmosphere.

Oliver stepped out speaking very fast, not sure who he addressing, "Come quickly, Arthur collapsed. He came to visit Percy and was taking us to lunch. I summoned Healer Smythe and Healer Tonks. Percy was beside himself and nearly fainted, I just left them. Something is terribly wrong."

Professor Sn…Prince-Malfoy whispered, "The soulbond…it's weakening."

Oliver knew what a soulbond was, he'd once hoped to be soulbonded with Percy before they had been magically separated by Dumbledore's manipulations.

Lord Malfoy touched his Bondmate's arm, "How do we heal it?"

"I'm not a healer but I believe they have to be taken to a safe place and lain in a bed together so their magic can heal them."

"How do we get to the Aerie?" Professor Lupin asked. "We don't have Prewett blood."

"Percy does," Oliver was a bit confused but that wasn't important right now was it?

Professor Prince-Malfoy stared him down, "Was Percy sickly as a child?"

Oliver swallowed, "Yes…why?" what were they talking about…?

"That settles it. We need the sons closest in blood."

Professor Lupin nodded, "The twins."

Lord Malfoy glanced at Professor Prince-Malfoy, "Blood scrying is difficult. Are you sure you're up to it?"

"Who do we need?" Professor Lupin asked.

Oliver was curious having little knowledge of such magic, what did they need blood scrying for?

"As much of his blood as we can get. Oliver, is Bill still in Britain? I know Charlie is about the grounds because of the Tournament." Professor Prince-Malfoy paced.

Oliver nodded, "Yes. Bill is staying with his grandfather; he hasn't been to the Burrow."

"Good. Inform him his father is ill. Have Arthur removed from the Ministry and taken straight to Weasley Hall. Tell the Healers he is suffering from a breaking soulbond. It is killing him. Send Bill here. I would ask for Percy but he must stay with his father. Percy is of his blood and his only tie to his beloved; Percy must hold Arthur to life. Perhaps Professor Lupin, you could ask Dobby to get Charlie? He should be with the dragons on the western edge of the forest."

"I don't understand." Oliver said.

Professor Lupin snapped, "Percy is Arthur's son but not by Molly. Arthur's true mate is dying or at least very ill, it is weakening Arthur. If we don't find Percy's bearer then both Percy's fathers will die. Now GO!" he summoned an elf Oliver suspected was 'Dobby' and sent him on his errand.

Oliver grabbed floo powder and jumped into the floo shouting, "Weasley Hall."

He exited the floor shouting for a House elf, "Where is Lord Weasley?"

"Lord Weasley be in his study."

"Show me. Where is Bill?"

"Master William is at Gringotts."

The house elf led him to Percy's grandfather's study, he threw open the door. "we've got an emergency. You must send a house elf to the Ministry. Arthur's collapsed. Professor Prince-Malfoy says it's a breaking soulbond. He believes that your son must be brought home. Bill must be sent to Hogwarts. Professor Prince-Malfoy thinks Blood scrying is the best chance of saving your son."

"Arthur collapsed? Breaking soulbond? Merlin I'd ask you to explain from the beginning but I take it from your demeanour we haven't the time. He summoned Dika and Ira sending them their separate ways. "Where is Percy?"

"In the care of Healer Tonks. He didn't take seeing his father collapse well." Oliver said feeling guilty about abandoning Percy when he needed him.

Septimus, Lord Weasley must have sensed how he felt for he came around and grasped his shouldered, "Take a deep breath. You've done what was best for Percy but getting his father help. Come, we must tell Cedrella that her son is coming home. Though these would not be the terms she would be pleased with. Breaking soulbond eh? I wonder…if being separated from the person he soulbonded to would cause his magic to become so weak that he had to reassigned. Arthur was an Auror once upon a time. Percy was a few months old when he was told he'd been reassigned. Molly didn't take it well, she found out on Bill's birthday I think. She tore into him, the children were crying. When we tried to tell her now wasn't the time she threw us out and told us never to darken her door again. Yes, that's how she put it too. Here we are, Cedrella's sitting room." He rapped on the door sharply, "Cedrella?"

"Come in."

Septimus opened the door, "You will need to have Arcturus' room readied. He's collapsed. A breaking soulbond is the most likely explanation. The healers are brining him and Percival here."

Oliver watched as Percy's grandmother's face turned white and she seemed to press her lips into a tight line.

"Dika has been sent to inform the Healers to bring Arcturus and Percival here. Ira was sent to Gringotts to send William to Hogwarts. Professor Prince-Malfoy is attempting Blood scrying in hopes of locating Arcturus' soulmate before its too late."

"Soulmate?" Cedrella's voice was cold but trembling slightly, her eyes were full of pain.

Oliver spoke up uncertainly, "They believe that Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George's bearer wasn't Molly."

Cedrella looked faint, "Not Molly? Then it could only be…."

"Yes," Septimus said in a voice above a whisper, "Gideon. I thought he was dead…that he'd died with Fabian."

Oliver shook his head, "They believe he's alive; I mean Lord Malfoy, Professors Prince-Malfoy and Lupin. That he's being held in the 'Aerie' I think they said."

Septimus was flushed with rage, "in his home this whole time?"

Oliver nodded, "they think he's imprisoned. That Percy and his brothers were taken away from him I think. I didn't hear all of it."

"I never liked that Molly. I liked Gideon. I approved of him. One minute they, Arcturus and Gideon were inseparatable, then the next he didn't seem to knew he existed. The Bonding between Molly and Arcturus happened so fast. She claimed she was pregnant…" Cedrella muttered, wringing her hands before snapping for a house elf and ordering them to be sure that Arcturus' bedroom was ready.

The house elf disappeared.

Another appeared shortly, "Dika come to tell Mistress that Healers be here with Master Arcturus and Master Percy."

Cedrella stormed past her husband and her grandson's lover, running.

Septimus stared at her before hurrying after her.

Oliver needed to know Percy was alright and followed them.

He saw Arthur unconscious and barely breathing on a stretcher. Percy was being helped along by Healer Tonks who was practically dragging him along.

Oliver hurried to them and picked up Percy gently, holding him close and kissing his forehead, "I'm here."

XoooooX

The worst thing about being transferred abruptly to the London Branch of Gringotts was that you got handed the first job his goblin supervisors thought of. They tolerated wizards at best and loathed them at worst. Like he told his mother, as long as he brought them treasure they barely noticed much about them. Goblins hated paperwork. His job was as Griphook put it was to coordinate with Aurors and other law enforcement to track down the missing Potter jewels. He'd been leered at and told to discover if he was as good as locating jewels, as he was gold.

He was suspicious that Professor Flitwick was part goblin, not that he asked. Truth be told he was glad of that suspicion. It made him sure that the exposure to someone as decent as Professor Flitwick kept him from disliking all goblins. He learned to take them like anyone else. They had their nice ones and difficult to handle ones. Having a mother like Molly, he'd learned sometimes you had to know when to bit your tongue.

He was reading through reports he'd received detailing jewels and jewellery that had turned up in raids or arrests but so far nothing matching the descriptions he'd been given.

There was an Apparation like pop; standing in his cramped closet of an office was one of Grandfather's house elves.

"Master Septimus be ordering Ima to tell Master Bill to go to Hogwarts. Professor Prince-Malfoy be wanting you. It's important."

Bill jumped to his feet, flicking his wand, his reports ending up in his desk and the drawer warded shut. He grabbed his jacket and muffler; he wondered what the hell his former professor wanted. Why did his grandfather send one of his house elves after him?

XoooooX

Charlie was seeing to the dragons that were not happy to be in their pens. He was grateful that the request the Ministry had sent for a fourth Dragon had been rescinded. Dragomir was so irate he'd threatened to bring the worst behaved nesting mother they had, a Hungarian Horntail that liked to try to eat keepers for lunch.

To feed the dragons the reserve was forced to raise sheep in great numbers. Each fully-grown dragon ate two to three sheep per meal. More if they were breeding…

Charlie liked dragons, though he kept it to himself he was a Chuvash and that a humanoid dragon. He had his inheritance and having brothers like Bill and Percy knew that when one had questions you went to the library. He figured it out after reading a thick book on Creature inheritances. He'd had such pain in his back that he'd ended up running out of the castle and ran as far from the castle as he could. He had collapsed to his knees, groaning. Staring at his hands he'd watched them turn to claws and then there was a splash of blood as his wings torn out of his back.

He'd been born with a deformity the healer called 'angel wings' his shoulder blades weren't connected to his back; he could make them jut out if he wanted like 'wings'. Now he knew why, he looked down, he was taller, a lot taller then Bill and muscular. His hands and arms were clearly scaled and then there were the claws. His clothes were torn, scraps really. He flexed his wings and decided to test them off. He flew around and flew over the Forbidden Forest he remembered. He'd spotted a wild pig and dove into the clearing after it. He snapped its neck and then feasted on the raw meat. The best thing about being on the edge of the Forbidden Forest was it made it easier for Dragomir and himself as well as the one other keeper who were Chuvash to hunt.

Charlie tossed a buck he'd killed into the Swedish Short Snout's enclosure.

They'd brought the tamest nesting mother's they had; their one Welsh Green, one of their three Chinese Fireball and his Swedish Short Snout. When a dragon was getting too 'frisky' for its native environment entreaties were sent from its home Ministry to the various dragon preserves. Unless of course the dragon preserve chose to enact a breading program. They were breeding or trying to anyway, Welsh Greens and Chinese Fireballs. The Swedish Short Snout came to them after its mate had been put down. It had just laid its eggs. It had been at the preserve a few days when Dragomir decided to bring it along.

His musing was interrupted by the arrival of an unfamiliar House elf. "Master Charlie? Would you be being Master Charlie Weasley?"

Charlie nodded, "Yes."

"Master Remus, Master Severus and Master Lucius be wanting you. They be saying its urgent. Must come now."

The house elf wrapped its spindly but deceptively strong fingers round his wrist and Apparated him into a furnished apartment that had a clearly distracted Lord Malfoy and Professor Lupin.

"What is going on?"

Bill stumbled through the floo, "What do you need me for? is something wrong with Fred and George?"

Both brothers didn't receive answers.

They began to pace.

The portrait door opened and Severus entered with their twin brothers.

Fred was surprised, "What are you doing here?"

George stared, "Why aren't they with Dad?"

Professor Prince-Malfoy snorted, "It was my idea to insist on your presence. Like I told you George, your father is ill and might die. There is only one way to save him and we need your help."

Bill was surprised; "I know you've helped Percy but why?"

"Because I know what it's like to be forcefully separated from the person you love. I know what it's like to have your child stolen and murdered." Professor Prince-Malfoy said firmly. "This would work best with the blood of three or of seven but I have four. My apartments are specifically warded; they were warded by Slytherin himself." He summoned an ancient chalice, that probably belonged to the House of Prince. "This is a grey ritual, not Dark. It is also a Blood ritual, which is frowned upon by the Ministry. I cannot force you to participate without tainting its purpose but I can request it. This ritual can save your fathers."

"Fathers?" George stammered, "You mean,"

"Molly did not bear you, therefore none of you are her children."

Bill nodded, "That's why none of us bonded to her."

Charlie held out his hand, "I may not care for her but I love my father, I would do anything for him including shed my blood." He rolled up his sleeve carefully.

Professor Lupin blinked, his eyes blinking. "You're a Chuvash!"

Charlie stiffened.

Bill blinked, "What?"

George had guessed as much but said nothing.

"No matter," Professor Prince-Malfoy walked to the hearth, held his hand out to a silver casket, which opened at once. He withdrew a sharp silver knife that was etched with faint designs. "You must sit in a circle and hold hands. Bill to the North, Charlie to the East, Fred to the South and George in the West."

The four brothers arranged themselves as such.

Professor Prince-Malfoy anointed their third eye with oil and held out the knife to Bill, "Slice your left palm from left to right and squeeze the blood into the chalice. Then pass the knife to Charlie who should slice his right. Then Fred's left and George's right."

Each brother sliced the proper hand and passed on the knife before squeezing blood into the goblet.

Professor Prince-Malfoy took the knife with the blood of four brothers and used it to cast two circles. "Repeat these words, 'Blood of our blood we call to you. Blood of our blood we summon you. Come to us father. We name you: Gideon David Prewett!"

Nervously, the four brothers began. Their voices started low but the chanting increased in power. The air above the chalice crackled above them, then a thin window-like vision appeared. Of a man, with red hair or what might have once been red who resembled the twins strongly but seemed weak. His lips were parched, crackled and black with blood but they formed the name soundlessly of Arthur.

Professor Prince-Malfoy whispered, "Chant louder. George. Don't break the circle but bring Charlie and Fred's hands together. Then you need to reach into the shadow, you have to pull him out. Only you can do this. Charlie, pull on your Chuvash. Use your magic to strengthen to circle.

Bill, Charlie and Fred were practically shouting as George reached into the vision, his hand seemed to loose its clarity and appeared blurred.

"Focus. Arthur's life depends on this. I doubt we can actually physically enter through the wards. This ritual is the only way. Bring him through."

The hand George was using was the one he cut; he reached out to thread his fingers with the man who looked like him, "Blood of our blood we call to you. Blood of our blood we summon you. Come to us father. We name you: Gideon Lamorak Prewett!" George spoke in unison with his older brothers but directed his voice into the portal or whatever it was.

The hand tightened around him and George pulled with all his might, focusing his magic. George fell backwards, a tall man weak and barely breathing landed on top of him and the window-like aperture slammed closed.

"Quick, that magic will echo. We must get him to Weasley Hall." Professor Prince-Malfoy returned the magical implements to their homes and grabbed a scrap of parchment. He handed it to Charlie; "Focus of a part of your grandfather's home, then cast 'porto' on it. It will become a temporary portkey. The moment he speaks it. Grab it. "

George held onto the weak man tightly, he felt a connection to him. His blood and magic seemed to sing with his own but the reply from Gideon Prewett was weak, almost silent.

Charlie focused on his Grandfather's library, casting the spell. His Chuvash roared in his ears about vengeance.

Everyone reached for the parchment as the spell was spoken.

Immediately they were under the sensation of a portkey.

Crashing to the plush carpet.

Bill and Charlie recognized it at once; it was their grandfather's library.

Bill had the bittersweet memory of being little and it being his favourite place.

Charlie who was the strongest and the tallest thanks to his Chuvash inheritance took Gideon in his arms. This was his true bearer, his Chuvash recognized him. He sniffed out his father's scent and led them there.

When they arrived the Healers were tending to Percy and Arthur.

Arthur stirred faintly when Charlie and his three brothers entered the room.

"Sweet Merlin! Is that Gideon?" Septimus gasped.

Charlie smelled shock and worry from his grandparents.

Cedrella who had softened because of her Gryffindor Bondmate felt her mask of Black superiority crumble, "Slytherin's Cauldron. He's still alive? Put him on the bed."

Charlie set his bearer down; following his Chuvash's instincts he placed Gideon's hand in his father's.

Arthur's hand squeezed Gideon's and both began to breathe easier.

That reaction made his Chuvash smug.

Healer Smythe cast diagnostic spells, "Merlin. What is going on?"

Professor Prince-Malfoy had finally entered and answered the Healer, "Forced separation was slowly killing them both. They were soulbonded in their youth. An Auror discovered quite by accident he was being held against his will. We managed to safely retrieve him and hoped we would arrive in time. Is the damage being healed?"

Healer Smythe nodded, "When Oliver Wood mentioned a breaking soulbond I was sure he was misinformed. Soulbonds are rare."

Professor Prince-Malfoy paled, "No wonder he tried to separate Percy and Oliver. He was worried they might become soulbonded."

Charlie looked at his brother Percy who looked so small in Oliver's arms. He hadn't seen them together in years; he was struck by how right they looked together. He and his Chuvash were in agreement they'd shred anyone who tried to separate his former teammate and his brother.

Oliver had being holding Percy's limp form in his arms, "I'm here, Percy, your dad will be okay."

Percy slowly awakened, "Ollie?"

"He's resting now."

Percy blinked.

Charlie watched the face that reminded him of so much of Fred and George, its wrinkles were ironing out, colour slowly returned to his skin and the hair began turning red. They were familiar, who was that?

Percy asked quietly, "Who is this?"

"The man who bore us." Charlie said trying to tell his brother gently, "He was kidnapped and imprisoned. He somehow bore dad five sons; Bill, myself, Percy, Fred and George."

"What about Ronald and Ginevra?" his grandfather asked.

"They share no blood with us." Charlie announced, knowing it was true but it was the first time he'd said it out loud.

Septimus thundered, "She dare to sleep with another after bonding to my son and heir?"

"Be quiet Septimus." Cedrella said imperiously, "We both know that his soulbond with Gideon makes any other bond null and void. If not impossible, I doubt Arthur actually could sleep with her despite that woman's attempts to charm him into bed."

"Because she didn't bear us, would that explain why we felt nothing for her? No connection?" Bill asked.

Ted spoke up after determining despite the shock that Percy would recover. "Magical offspring who have not been adopted usually attach to their bearer and sire in some way. If for some reason one parent is not around, the child might attach to a parental figure that assumes that place. For example, young Malfoy attached to Professor Prince-Malfoy rather then to the mother who birthed him."

"That is why I felt a connection with Gideon the moment I touched him." George said quietly.

"I think, because you are very much like him are you not?" Ted replied, "The younger twin, his son. You are also attracted to men as he is."

George flushed scarlet, "Yes. I am attracted to them but I haven't attempted to pursue a relationship."

Fred's eyes seemed to be laughing at him, Charlie noticed.

George looked like he felt guilty about the statement.

Charlie wondered if it was because of his growing intimacy with Viktor Krum. He'd seen Viktor win and then kiss his youngest brother in front of the entire crowd of spectators. George really seemed to like Bulgarian Seeker, who was also Durmstrang's Triwizard Champion. However George was too shy to really attempt to be all that forward or flirtatious. During the four years they'd been ad school together he'd never really seen George interested in anyone, even though he lived in Romania he was the closest to George who was the youngest. They'd always been close, Fred would write to him about his exploits but George wouldn't even mention crushes.

Healer Tonks continued, "Because you were afraid of how your family would take it. As you can see your father's true Bondmate is a man, I doubt he will object. You see how your grandfather accepts Oliver, how could he fail accept the man of your choice if he already accepts them."

"If they are worthy of you and treat you well that is all we wish for, George." Cedrella said with a firm voice that allowed for no objections.

"I don't care if you like blokes." Bill shrugged, "all the more ladies for Fred and I."

"Bit odd being the same in everything but sexual tastes." Fred said with a frown.

Charlie wondered if he truly had already having approved of Viktor.

Professor Lupin said from the doorway, "Your uncle Fabian was so attracted to girls that he slept with more girls then Padfoot and Padfoot was the biggest playboy in my year. Younger, older, he didn't care. He loved all women; any woman and few could resist him without massive effort. He was so attractive and attentive that most girls couldn't spend more then five minutes in his company without becoming willing bed mates."

Fred laughed, "So I am as like Fabian as Mu…Molly claims."

"Of course, you are born of his twin." Ted nodded.

Septimus shifted nervously, "Can you tell how many children he attempted to bring to term?"

Healer Smythe cast a spell, "Six. But he lost one."

Bill whispered, "The miscarriage Mu…Molly claimed to have had after Percy but before the twins. She has no ties to us but that of an aunt. She faked pregnancies with us…she had to have been involved in this."

"As well as passing off Ronald and Ginevra as Arthur's children. I never understand how she managed to have a girl. All Weasleys are male…" Cedrella said contemptuously. "I never liked her, how Arthur could go from inseparable with Gideon to engaged to his sister I never quite understood. Gideon never came to the Bonding so we assumed there were bad feelings there. A mother knows her son and I swore Arthur loved Gideon. He would never have cheated on him."

"He hasn't." Charlie said firmly, "Those are my parents; I know them by scent and magic. I have no true memory of him," he pointed at Gideon, "but a part of me recognizes him." His Chuvash knew both bearer and sire, he felt a connection with them both.

"As do I." His four other brothers muttered together.

"Let their magic recovers from the forced prolonged separation. I'll inform his superior Madam Bones that he is recovering at home. I'll also request that Molly be investigated," Healer Smythe began.

"No. As the Head of the Weasley Family, I'll be speaking to Madam Bones. I want that woman investigated for interference with a bond and kidnapping of children. I will bar her access to Arthur's vault and inform the Goblins that she is not Arthur's true mate. They will want her for embezzling. The only vault of her family's she should have had access too was the vault containing her dowry. The Ministry may have claimed the Prewett line was dead in the male line but the Goblins should have known it was not." Septimus interrupted. "Anything she has attempted to claim in the Prewett name through her sons will have to be reversed."

"Is that why you vote for her?" Bill asked.

"Molly claimed not to be interested in politics and lamented that her brothers weren't there to vote." Septimus was thoughtful.

"No. She said, she regretted that Fabian wasn't there to vote. She never mentions Gideon by name, only Fabian." Cedrella corrected.

"So clearly, she knew he was alive the whole time." Dora said shaking her head, "I'm glad I was where I was today."

There was a crack of Apparation.

Dora blinked.

Standing there wearing a clean but shabby pillowcase was an unfamiliar house elf.

"Master!" his big eyes widened, "Master and his beloved together? I thought that he'd taken him away." He looked at Bill and then each brother in turn, "You're here. Together." He started to cry, "Jocy never so happy." He spied Percy and wailed. "Jocy and other elves punished ourselves severely for allowing harm to come to you. We swore we protect you. Then. Then."

Charlie saw the creature's scared hands.

Percy said quietly, "You knew? What he did to me?"

"Jocy know. Jocy and other elves taking care of master. He sensed danger approaching you, his children and was restless. Each one of us were charged to protect one of you. Master gave me you. Percival is terrible name. Master never agree to it. That bad man wanted to name you. He pick it, Percival Brian Weasley. He'd have preferred you were Percival Brian Dumbledore." Jocy spat.

Percy shivered, "He named me?" that man who murdered his child? He felt faint…

Dora was furious, "He dared name someone else's child? Percival? Arthurian name or not, Percival Dumbledore murdered children!"

Lord Malfoy glared at Dora wanting her to be quiet.

"Percival Dumbledore? I remember that name. I had no idea that was who Molly named Percy after. I thought it odd that she named the children and not Arthur." Septimus mused.

"She belittled Arthur all the time. Telling false stories about their romance, I finally washed my hands of her." Cedrella said stiffly.

"I didn't exactly disown Arthur but we decided that as long as he was legally bond to that woman he would never inherit the headship of the family or the Wizengamot seat. We were hoping that one of you might prove responsible enough for it." Septimus said with a shrug.

"What about Uncle Cador?" Bill asked; Uncle Bilius died when he was a boy and had no children that he knew of.

"His sons are younger and not as magically grounded as you are." Cedrella said through pursed lips.

"If Arthur had no children as Bilius did then he would have been passed over anyway. We were considering Bill." Septimus nodded.

"I wondered why so soon after graduation both William and Charles took jobs as far away as they did." Cedrella looked both curious and worried.

"Molly is overbearing and runs the Burrow like she is the Head of a Ministry Department and we work for her. She allows for no deviation from her plans for us. I wanted to continue playing Quidditch but when I became Head Boy she made me quit. I would have rather stayed Quidditch Captain but they did let me pass it on to Charlie. I missed being Keeper; I never wanted to be Head Boy. I had the grades for it and did it well but I didn't enjoy it as much as being Quidditch Captain. Molly wouldn't hear of me giving it up, she told me I was quote, 'being a fool and passing up a great opportunity'. She would not allow me to ruin my life because of some stupid game. I would have liked to play Keeper Seventh Year; then I might have had a shot at playing for the Cannons. They wouldn't even let me attend Tryouts because I didn't play my last year. I had Twelve N.E.W.T.s so I interned for Gringotts and got accepted into their Cursebreaking Department, which had me transferred to Egypt. I was pleased that I ended up being quite good at it." Bill said reluctantly.

"I didn't realize she meddled so much, I am sorry William. If you had told me I would have interceded." Septimus said apologetically.

Charlie said in his deep voice, "I never stood up to Molly until I woke up and realized I was a Chuvash on my 16th birthday. I kept it a secret, a bit difficult but I already knew I had an affinity for both Flying and Magical Creatures. I was determined to succeed at one or the other. I was glad my marks weren't high enough for me to earn Head Boy. I saw how miserable Bill was and just focused on the subjects that would get me accepted." not admitting his difficult with reading that hadn't resolved until he came into his inheritance. "I would never be able to be with a woman, I expected to be single forever considering that submissive males are considered rare."

"How did you get accepted by the Preserve Charles?" his grandmother asked.

"I proved I could understand the Dragons. I could from the start convince even the most unruly dragon to behave. They allow me closer then their human caretakers; I can actually treat their injuries or magically examine their eggs without being attacked with intent to kill." Charlie shrugged; he sometimes was injured but usually from playing hero and rescuing a colleague from an angry dragon.

"They know you're a Chuvash?"

"The Dragons do, and the current head of the Preserve Dragomir is one as well. His mate is a pretty female submissive. I have only been allowed to visit their home twice; he is very protective about his brood." Charlie was as honest with them as he could be.

"It's the Black blood showing through." Cedrella said. "We claim to have Chuvash in our bloodline."

"That and Metamorphmagus." Dora laughed as she copied Charlie's face with some difficulty.

Charlie could tell he was far too tall to truly become, and that his faint scale-like skin weren't something she could copy well.

"So you really are Andromeda's daughter I see." Cedrella said.

"Of course I am. The first Black to accept me was Sirius I, the brother for former Head Master Phineas Nigellus Black."

Cedrella gasped, "Sirius? Grand Uncle Sirius? Grandfather's brother? I thought he was dead."

"He still lives." Lord Malfoy said politely, "he closed Black Manor to all Blacks when he found his mate. He has risen to be King of the Chuvash and has told Dumbledore to leave Harry alone for they share blood. I wonder why he doesn't know about Charlie."

"Chuvash aren't as cliquey as Veela." Charlie replied, "We claim deference to the Chuvash King but few meet him much less know him. I have never heard his name and had no idea that I was one of his descendants. I would gladly swear fealty to him if he is honourable."

"He is. He was furious at his descendants for forgetting their true heritage. He was going to strike my mother's sisters from the family. He was incredibly dismayed that they would submit themselves to follow He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Dora said with pride. "It was the first time I was proud to be a Black."

"I always wondered why Walburga did such a thing. Septimus was as pureblooded as anyone and my parents weren't against our bonding but she was. I was never so ashamed to be Black as when I heard she blasted me off the Family Tree." Cedrella said stiffly, "I wouldn't have given Septimus up."

"Andromeda wouldn't give me up, not for threats or anything. I think she suspected you loved someone else or at least wouldn't be interested in her. She was surprised I dared pursue her when she was already betrothed from the cradle to you, Lord Malfoy." Ted said quietly.

"I wish you both joy and I beg pardon for any injury I caused or slight I gave while reluctantly Bonded to that woman." Lord Malfoy apologized.

"We should probably take our leave and let Arthur and Gideon rest." Cedrella fixed each person with a pointed stare that dared them to protest. She glanced at the elf, "I don't know exactly why you couldn't protect my grandson or my son's beloved but I expect you to remain in this room until they wake. When they do you are summon only myself or my husband. If you fail I will see to it that your Master gives you clothes."

Jocy nodded wiping away his tears, "Jocy be very good elf. Jocy promise not to leave Hall. Jocy be telling no one where Master is. Master safe."

"Very well. We will see to it that no one outside this room discovers your master is here. As the unacknowledged Head of the Prewett family we owe him all duty." Cedrella said ask she herded her family and guests from the room.

"Thank you for doing what you could to save our son." Septimus said as his wife closed the door to their son's room.

Professor Prince-Malfoy bowed, "I merely offered your grandsons the tools in which to accomplish this. It was they who saved him."

Bill shook his head; "We could never have done it without you."

Charlie and his young brothers Fred and George agreed.

"We are in your debt Lord Prince." Septimus said, "If there is anything your family needs we will do our best to give our assistance."

"This will make up for my family's recent treatment of yours so our debts are cancelled. While I was Bonded to that woman I did your son ill and treated him far less then he deserved." While Ginevra was not Septimus' blood granddaughter he had put her in danger and threatened the Weasley Family's honour when he placed the Dark Artefact in Ginny's cauldron. That was a debt he intended to repay by helping or at least allowing his mate to help Arthur.

"It is as my Bondmate says. He deems our debts even but we would agree to an alliance." Professor Prince-Malfoy added, "Despite Lord Malfoy' attempts to guide Fudge he is a great fool. Though he was the only one to run against Crouch it would behoove the British Wizarding world to have a stronger leader and an honourable one." A weak leader played into Dumbledore's hands, which was the last thing they needed.

Lord Malfoy nodded, "If we have the Malfoy, Prewett, Prince, Weasley, Black, Potter and Wood votes it might be enough to gain a vote of no-confidence and a discussion during this year's session of the Wizengamot."

"Many are calling for his head. Especially in light of the riot at the World Cup, we were embarrassed before the world. I might be able to convince Augusta to vote with us. She has nothing but disdain for Fudge." Septimus spoke as if he was already in line with their plan. Convincing Augusta might not be too hard; they'd always gotten on well. She might look old but losing her son and daughter-in-law had aged her considerably. Augusta was the widow of his nephew after all.

"It's settled then." Lord Malfoy glanced at Percy, "Any news about Crouch? Is he still ill?"

Percy shook his head, "I'm still trying to keep the department running. I maybe the youngest there but no one is really stepping forward to fill in for him."

Septimus sighed, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

It was clear their grandfather worried for his brother, especially after finding out so recently what that dratted headmaster did to Percy and trying to repair his relationship with Oliver. It was a lot to handle but Charlie was sure that Percy could handle it.

Percy smiled, "A wise leader is determined by the events that shape him. I maybe young but I'm doing my best. Who is on the Foreign Relationship Committee? I would prefer if someone from that body took over the Triwizard Championship. I have too much on my plate. Between refusing importation of flying carpets, not to mention ensuring cauldron imports and exports are of safe thickness."

Fred snickered.

Charlie was remembering their teasing from that summer.

Professor Prince-Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "Sufficient thickness is important. A thin cauldron can ruin a potion as you two enterprising young men should know."

Fred swallowed chastised.

"I expect you to study harder." Professor Prince-Malfoy said firmly. "I would think you would like to make Gideon proud of you rather then ashamed. He was a bit of a prankster himself as was your father. He wouldn't hound you about marks like Molly but he would be proud of you if you applied yourself. If you do well enough and still wish to not return next year I am sure your fathers and grandparents would agree to hear you out."

Fred and George looked at one another.

"As much of a bother that school is," Fred began.

"We have learned stuff that helped with product creation." George added.

"We'll actually start studying." Fred said pleasantly.

"Yeah, have to set a good example for Harry. Ron is just a lost cause. He's saying terrible things about Harry still. Any objections to a few pranks to teach him a lesson?" George asked.

"Since he is no blood of mine I don't." Cedrella said walking off.

"Just no permanent injuries you have to explain to Arthur." Septimus said shrugging.

"We better get the twins back to school before anyone really notices they are missing." Professor Lupin spoke from his place at the fringe of the group.

"Yes, it's getting late and I still have to teach." Professor Prince-Malfoy nodded, "Come boys, back to the grindstone."

XoooooX

The older brothers, the ones of age Bill, Charlie and Percy were the ones who sat to take coffee in one of the parlours.

Bill felt the pressure of being the Defacto head of his family with his dad unconscious. He asked the Healer again, "Are you certain he'll be fine?"

Healer Smythe shrugged, "Soulbonds are so rare and unpredictable. The way it was breaking down before you brought in Gideon Arth,"

Cedrella said sharply, "His name is Arcturus Evrain Weasley."

His sons winced.

XoooooX

Percy had every intention of changing his name officially when he signed the Bonding papers to become Oliver's spouse. To be named after the father of the man who murdered his son vexed him, he remembered Nymphadora Tonks' outburst that that man had murdered children. Well, he thought to himself the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

XoooooX

Charlie began quietly, "I'll have to return to Hogwarts soon. After the First Task is completed and we return the dragons to the preserve I'll return. Our director is big on family so I'm sure he'll have no problem giving me time off. I'll stop in every day to check on them."

Septimus nodded, "If they is any drastic change I'll send a house elf for you."

Bill sipped his whiskey, "I'll continue to stay here. I've yet to find a place to live."

Cedrella had a glass of sherry; she waved her free hand dismissively, "No rush. Why shouldn't you live here? We've all but decided you'll inherit after all. Your grandfather can instruct you as to how things are. On the weekends he had introduce you to the tenants. Why bother with a place? You're twenty-three, you should be mixing with young people. Go clubbing, looking up schoolmates. I won't tell you to settle down right away but be sure the girl you choose will make a fine Lady of the Manor. I'll want to vet the woman who will once day replace me."

Septimus scoffed, "Replace you? Cedrella you know that you're irreplaceable. If you weren't I would have traded you in for a younger woman."

Cedrella said dryly, "You could try but I would fight you every inch of the way. Don't you dare try what Nott did. I'm still suspicious he killed off both his wives. After her second miscarriage she apparently committed suicide. She supposedly wept over the note saying she loved her husband- as if she could but she couldn't give him a child. So she would leave him free to marry again. He waited a good twenty or so years. He married a Yaxley I think or was it a Rosier? I don't remember but she was about Cador's age. She didn't last long either, died suspiciously when her son was four or five."

Charlie laughed, "It would be funny if George was married before you. There is a fine young man who is clearly smitten with our youngest brother. I believe you would be hard pressed to find a fault in him. He clearly worships the ground George walks on."

Septimus laughed, "I wonder what Arcturus would say to that, giving away his youngest before the elder. That used to be unheard off but only among sisters. The younger sisters couldn't be Bonded or some times even officially engaged until the eldest sister had married. A sad business. "

"One I'm sure that Walburga would have resurrected if she had the chance." Cedrella said stiffly, she thoroughly disliked that woman dead or alive though she preferred the formerly Lady Black dead.

Bill coughed nervously, "It would be disconcerting to have George Bonded before myself. Although I'd have to agree with Charlie, I really care more about him being happy then anything else."

Cedrella spoke up, "Percy darling, if you and your young man would like to stay here it would be no trouble to have the house elves make up a room."

"Cedrella darling, we haven't eaten yet and I'm sure since Arcturus collapsed on his way to take them out to lunch Percival and Oliver haven't eaten yet." Septimus said politely.

Cedrella nodded, "It is about time to have luncheon. William, have you eaten?"

Bill shook his head, "I was up to my ears in reports at Gringotts and hadn't reached a stopping place."

"What about you Charles?"

Charlie swallowed, "I ate."

Cedrella's eyes narrowed, "what pray tell?"

Charlie sighed, "An entire elk."

Bill started at him and then seemed to nod, "Of course you did."

Cedrella stared at him, "Why in Merlin's name would one eat an entire elk? You didn't it raw did you?" her expression changing from and disbelief to one of disgust.

Bill laughed, "I suspect her did. After all, he is a,"

Charlie glared at him, "Bill…"

Bill seemed to ignore him as if he hadn't grown out of his older sibling's duty to report things to a parental figure. "He's a Chuvash."

Charlie groaned, seeming to sink into his chair in embarrassment.

Cedrella nodded, "You must have inherited it from my side of the family."

Septimus snorted, "Oh posh. He could just as easily inherited it from mine. After all, we're descended from Arthur himself. His father was known as Uther Pendragon after all and was rumoured to be part dragon thus making him Chuvash. Arthur's half sister was Morganna Le Faye and she had a Fae inheritance, though she was a Dark Witch. Now darling your family doesn't have the only bloodline around with Chuvash in it. Anyone related to Godric Gryffindor would also have Chuvash, like a wand magical creature inheritances chose the wizard. Considering how much intermingling of blood and magic has happened for millennia between the pureblood families I'm sure many of them have the possibility of a Chuvash creature inheritance. Unless you dig up a spell to trace his Chuvash ancestor we'll have to admit it could come from one or both of us."

Oliver asked, "If I have Fae in my line and your line is descended from a son of Arthur's whose aunt would have been Fae despite not having a Fae born into my line it might be possible any child we have might be revealed to be one on their sixteenth birthday."

Charlie was still upset with Bill for tittle taling about his inheritance but his grandparents not only seemed to accept it but also argued whose line he was more likely to have received it from. The bickering made him feel more like he belonged him. After the crampness of the Burrow this place was like heaven or at least a palace…

The room filled with silence as they remembered that Arcturus, more commonly known as Arthur and his soulmate, the bearer of his children, Gideon Prewett lay upstairs. Not even the healer could say if it was too late. Yet, they all Arcturus' parents and elder three sons preferred to hope for the best.

Soon a house elf would call them to lunch and they would finally eat.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: I know some of this was included in Unlikely Heroes chapter 21 Dora stumbles on a secret but I thought I'd show the other half of the story- the Weasley side of it. most of it is through the eyes of Charlie with some Bill, Percy and even Oliver's view. I hope it all made sense and you weren't confused. Thanks for reading!
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