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Of Shield and Sheath	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Title: Of Shield and sheath

Pairing: future DracoxHarry

Summary: A foolhardy Dumbledore attempts to change fate, he gains more and less then he bargained for. Creature fic. Future Mpreg.

Author's Note: For Jannafrancine who has guessed a small portion of this story's plot. Sequel to Cadmus and the Phoenix.

Chapter 7- Hogwarts Castle and Sorting

Harry was woken up again and felt the train slow down.

The first thing he notice was that the girls were gone.

"What's going on?"

"The girls slipped out to change. They lost."

"Lost what?" Harry yawned.

"Parchment, knife, stone." Fred shrugged frowning.

"I don't know what that is." Harry yawned again.

"Teach you later." George said waving his wand, "Accio Harry Potter's robes."

His school robes zoomed out of his trunk and flew at Harry, well George was standing behind Harry so they had to go through Harry to get to George.

Harry snatched them out of the air like Amaryllis snatching a running mouse of the ground.

"Those are serious reflexes." Oliver whistled, "If only you were a Second year I'd love to see how you would fair as a Seeker.

Harry blushed and stepped out of his baggy jeans and into the trousers that fit like a glove. Then he pulled off his greyish t-shirt, before he put on the uniform shirt and tucking into the trousers, smoothing his clothes out. Next he threw the robe/cloak around his shoulders and let it drape over his body like the older boys.

It wasn't until he got to the tie that he found he had a problem…he frowned at the black and white tie.

The tie was snatched up.

Harry turned to see George putting it around his neck and tying it.

Before he could speak it was loosened and placed around his own neck.

"There." George said adjusting it.

Harry ran a finger around it; it was snug but not constricting. He smiled shyly, "Thanks…"

George ruffled his hair, "No problem lil bro."

Harry blinked, "What?"

"You're a cute little guy. Wish Ron was as adorable."

"Wish Ickly Ronnikins was anything but what he is." Fred grumbled, "Sneaky little tattletale. He's lazy and irresponsible."

"Says someone who skives classes and does the least amount of work possible?" Angelina called from outside the door.

"You boys ready yet? We're about ten minutes from Hogsmeade."

"Yeah yeah. Just finishing, hold onto your knickers Alicia." Fred rolled his eyes.

"My knickers are something you'll never see." The girl tossed back.

"Keep thinking that Alicia." Fred grumbled.

Oliver smacked the back of his head, "Stop it with the sexist comments. I won't have sexist pigs on my team. We all have to work together and trust one another."

Harry winced and jumped.

Something the older boys noticed frowning.

George ruffled his hair again as if he hadn't noticed, "Now we're going to ride in a carriage up to the castle but you'll have to ride in one of the boats with the other First Years."

"We'll find you a nice group." Fred promised, "No Ron if we can help it."

Angelina sighed, "He can't be all bad…"

"I think a whingy sneaky little talebearer is bad." Fred said sharply.

George warned, "Don't let Arachnia out of our dorm room Lee. Ron is now owner of Percy's obnoxious balding rat Scabbers. The last thing you'll want is for her to eat that rat. He'll whinge and cry until your tarantula is fed to the owls."

Lee sighed, "I'll be careful. She's my ticket to Dungbombs and Fanged Frisbees."

Fred nudged George, "Remember the time Ron's teddy bear turned into a spider? I think it looked an awful lot like Arachnia."

George groaned, "That was your fault and your idea. It was a very bad idea. I couldn't sit right for a week because of you."

Lee chuckled, "The time you turned Ickly Ronnikins' Teddy into a spider Fred? I remember you bragging about that the first Transfiguration lesson."

"It was a very successful bit of transfiguration. Mum was mad because we used her wand and got the spell out of one of Bill's textbooks." Fred shrugged.

Harry swallowed, "Is he really that bad that you bully him?"

"He broke our toy broom!" Fred said crossing his arms, "Charlie gave it to us to share when he got a real broom. Granted his 'new' broom was a used Cleansweep Seven but who cares. It was our broom, Ron took it and broke it because he wanted it and Charlie said it was ours."

Harry shook his head, "That's really mean. It sounds like something Dudley would do. Our neighbour Anthony got a new remote control car before Dudley did. Dudley drove it right into the street and it got run over by the mail truck."

"That's Ron alright…" Fred said shaking his head, "I wish I understood where he got his nastiness…"

The train stopped.

"Come on boys." Angelina rapped on the door, "We're here."

Oliver opened the door and they all filed out.

They left the train as a group.

Fred and George left their friends to secure them a carriage.

They found a boat that had three people in it…

"Hello." A bushy haired girl grinned, "Come to join us?"

Fred patted Harry's shoulder, "This is our friend Harry Potter. I'm Fred, this is my brother George."

There was something odd about how Fred looked at the girl.

"My name is Hermione Granger. I'm the first witch in my family."

A chubby boy tried valiantly to hold onto a toad, "Ne…vi…lle…Long…bot...tom.." the boy stuttered.

"Seamus Finnigan. Me Da's a Muggle but Mam is a witch. Old family she be from, the O'Shaneseys.

Now George was the one shifting nervously.

"Well, Harry we'll….um…"

"See you up at the Castle…"

"Yeah…Happy Sorting…"

Then the twins ran, pausing briefly to look back only to turn bright red and hurry to join their friends.

Harry smiled at the others in his boat.

They started to talk amoungst themselves discussing how excited they were. Where they wanted to be sorted. And what they were looking forward to most…

XoooooX

They didn't notice a tall, skinny glaring redhead who desperately wanted a place in their boat.

He ended up riding with a bunch of sniffling kids probably future Hufflepuffs.

Ron glared at them, he pointed his wand at Potter's boat and sent a punching hex at the boy with curly wheat coloured hair and bright blue eyes.

No sooner had he cast it the chubby boy lunged towards the other boy.

The hex hit him and sent him flailing out of the boat.

XoooooX

Harry smelt an acidic smell flash past his nose.

Neville lunged for his toad, "Trevor!"

Something hit Neville and he was falling into the water.

Harry's wand leapt into his hand, "Accio Neville."

The spell worked, only he had to catch a flying boy and keep his seat.

The girl blinked at him, "What was that?"

The Irish boy gaped, "You can do Third Year spells?"

Harry blinked, "What?"

"The Summoning spell be a Third Year spell. Where did ya learn it?" Seamus said in awe.

Harry shrugged, "I didn't know it was a third year spell. I saw George use it. He summoned my uniform so I could change."

"Ya got quick reflexes. Ya play Chaser or Seeker?' the Irish boy asked.

"I've never played." Harry shook his head, "But I did spend the train ride with the Gryffindor House team."

"Wow!" Seamus gasped, "They're like legends; all top-notch players being followed by Quidditch Scouts. Especially, their Keeper."

Harry nodded, "That would be Oliver."

The Irish boy whistled, "Ya do know 'em. The Keeper be Oliver Wood, born and raised in Scotland but the Family be from Godric's Hollow."

"Woods?" Harry asked, "As in The Rowans?"

"Ya be knowing the Woods' Estate?"

Harry shrugged, "I remember hearing about The Rowans when I was paired with my wand. Draco's wand is rowan and it comes from a tree on the estate."

"Draco?" Hermione asked curious.

Harry pointed at the familiar blonde whose boat was closer to the front of the procession. "That's Draco."

He frowned.

Draco kept trying to get space between him and a brunette Harry thought was Pansy.

Hermione giggled behind her hand, "Looks like he's got himself an octopus."

Harry remembered what octopuses were and laughed, "That's…so wrong…"

He didn't want to be cruel but she was being that clingy…

For some reason Pansy Parkinson rubbed him the wrong way and put him in mind of Aunt Petunia.

"Whoever she is, it doesn't seem like he likes her much." Hermione said shaking in amusement.

"Her name is Pansy Parkinson." Harry shrugged.

"Parkinson?" Seamus frowned, "That is a Powerful family with ties to Slytherin House. It seems that she or perhaps her father wants ties with his family." while his accent was still strong, his words were more understandable.

A voice came from the lead boat, "Alright everyone. We're about ter come in ta sight of Hogwarts."

Hermione and Neville turned to look over their shoulders.

Harry gasped.

It was huge…

Hagrid called out, "Duck."

Harry snorted, just because the natural arch opening of a tunnel beneath the castle was too small for the giant to enter comfortable, didn't mean it wasn't for a bunch of small eleven year olds.

The lead boat stopped at a boardwalk-like dock.

The ropes tied themselves to it, one by one, securing each boat.

Seamus scrambled out by jumping over Neville and held out a hand to Hermione, "Ladies first."

The Muggleborn witch took his hand and let him pull her up.

Then Neville was pulled up while valiantly trying to hold onto Trevor.

Seamus held out a hand to Harry.

Harry clasped it shyly; annoyed because he wished the hand belonged to Draco even though he thought Seamus was a decent bloke.

"Let's go. I'm hungry." Seamus smirked rubbing his stomach.

"Hey Harry!"

Harry groaned, Hagrid…

The giant of a man strode toward them, "I saw ya pull Longbottom outer the lake. Where did ya learn that spell?'

Harry shrugged, "The Gryffindor Quidditch team. It wasn't much."

Hermione gaped at him, "We're first years and you preformed a third year spell."

Harry shrugged, "I only did the right thing. The lake looked deep and I couldn't be sure he knew how to swim. If I'd fallen in I would have hoped someone would pull me out."

"Yer modest just like yer mum. She'd help someone and shrug it off like it were nuthin'." Hagrid grinned.

"Shouldn't we be going inside now?" Harry asked wanting get far away from the man.

Hagrid nodded, "Right. Got ter get ya ter Sorting. Come along Firs' years." He weaved through the forty or so of them.

Hagrid led them up a set of steep stone steps; they walked up the stairs and came out on the edge of a path. The path led to the front of the Castle.

Hagrid stopped abruptly and rapped on a huge oak double door.

It was opened quickly.

Who answered the door Harry couldn't tell, students ahead of him in line as well as Hagrid's imposing form blocked his line of sight.

"Firs' Years Professor McGonagall."

"Come along then." Came a sharp brisk voice.

Hagrid entered the chamber; which was more like a large hallway and led them inside, nodding at a tallish, stern-looking woman in tartan robes and iron-grey hair that was tied back in a tight bun.

Harry swallowed.

She seemed strict…

"You may join the feast Hagrid. I will take it from here." Her eyes narrowed at Neville's dripping wet figure, "Longbottom?"

Neville tried to shrink and hide behind Seamus.

"I thought as much. I went to school with your grandmother."

Harry watched in fascination as she cast two spells on Neville, he swallowed, "Excuse me?"

'Yes Mr. Potter?"

"What were those?"

"A drying charm and warming charm. Why?"

"If I had known them I would have used them. I pulled Neville from the lake." Harry shrugged.

He felt the soft gaze of Draco's eyes.

"Interesting Mr. Potter. What spell did you use?"

Harry pulled himself up proudly, "The Summoning charm. It was the only one I knew that might work. Hagrid wasn't paying attention. I didn't want Neville to drown and I had no idea how deep the lake was."

Her eyes widened in shock, "Summoning charm? You haven't any elder siblings…where would you learn that spell?"

"George Weasley. He summoned my robes from my trunk so I could change." Harry said honestly.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but twenty points to Gryffindor to teaching a first year a third year charm. Ten points for quick thinking and ten points for courage Mr. Potter both of which to your future House." She said shaking her head in surprise.

She clapped her hands for attention, "Welcome First Years to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My name is Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. I am Head of Gryffindor House and I teach Transfiguration. You will be taken into the Great Hall. I will call your names one by one to be Sorted. You are to remain quiet so that you and your yearmates may hear their names. You will follow me."

They filled into the Great Hall, passing through a large doorway into a huge cavernous room with a painted sky.

Hermione gasped, whispering, "That's what the book meant by an enchanted ceiling."

Professor McGonagall stopped and they grouped together to the right of the door between a head table that was on a level above them.

Harry vaguely thought it was called a dais.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team and their friend Lee waved at him.

Harry waved shyly back.

A stooped old man set a stool and an old battered hat down in front of them.

At first, there was absolute silence.

Then the hat moved, a rip near the brim opened in imitation of a mouth and wonder of wonders, the hat began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The entire Great Hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

Professor McGonagall stepped between the stool and the head table, pulling a roll of parchment out of her sleeve. She unrolled it and spoke a name out loud.

"Abbott, Hannah."

A shivering wisp of girl with honey-coloured hair tied back with large bows stepped forward sat and put the hat on her head.

The tear in the brim opened up immediately and spoke, "Hufflepuff."

"Bones, Susan."

Susan was the second Hufflepuff who was greeted by a round of applause at the table adorned with buttercup yellow and black.

Terry Boot was the first Ravenclaw and Lavender Brown was first Gryffindor.

A large girl named Millicent Bulstrode with extremely short dark brown hair was the First Slytherin.

Crabbe was the first name he recognized, one of Draco's friends who of course of a Slytherin.

The count was now, two Slytherins, four Ravenclaws, one Gryffindor and two Hufflepuffs

The next name Tracey Davis became the third Slytherin to be Sorted.

The next name he recognized was Finnigan.

His friend grinned and pumped his fist before taking his place at the stool.

The hat immediately crowed, "Gryffindor."

Seamus was the third one to be Sorted there.

An Anthony Goldstein became a Ravenclaw, while Greg Goyle became a Slytherin.

Then Granger, Hermione was called.

The hat did not sort her at once. It was silent for a good five minutes; then it trembled and stiffened as if hit.

Finally it opened its 'mouth' to announce, "Gryffindor."

Hermione paused to stare at it as if confused before handing the hat to Daphne Greengrass who became a Slytherin.

Wayne Hopkins and Megan Jones were Sorted into Hufflepuff and Su Li became a Ravenclaw.

"Longbottom, Neville."

Harry patted the boy on the shoulder, sighing to himself that he'd probably be made a Hufflepuff.

The hat was silent once more before shouting, "Gryffindor."

Neville ran to the table in shock.

Hermione took off the hat and handed it to him.

Neville was bright red when he scurried back to hand it to Morag MacDougal who became a Ravenclaw.

Ernie MacMillan was Sorted to Hufflepuff before leaving the hat for Draco Malfoy

Harry grinned, bouncing on his toes waiting to see if Draco ended up where he wanted.

The hat didn't even completely drop on his head before it announced, "Slytherin."

"Not surprised." A voice hissed behind him, "All bad wizards came from there. Everyone knows Malfoys are as Dark as Dark can be."

Harry glanced over his shoulder.

The boy was skinny and had red hair.

Harry shivered, "Ron Weasley?'

The boy simpered, "Yes. You are Harry Potter. I am quite pleased you know my name."

Harry sighed, "I only know it because I was told to watch out for you."

"Really? By whom Malfoy?" his lip curled in disgust.

An expression Harry knew well from the Dursleys.

He shrugged, "No, actually I was warned off by your brothers."

"Not Percy, must have been the twins. Don't believe everything they say. They are troublemakers who won't have a good end."

Harry shrugged, "At least they aren't hateful."

He turned away, in time to see the Patil sisters Sorted into different Houses: Padma to Ravenclaw and Pavarti to Gryffindor.

Lily-Anne Perks became a Hufflepuff.

Harry was thrilled when his name was finally called if only to get as far away from Ron as possible.

Draco was his friend…he didn't like hearing people say bad things about him.

At least Fred and George were nice to him and were willing to give him a chance.

Harry sat down on the stool and put the hat on his head.

'Hmm…a difficult one you are Harry Potter."

Harry stiffened.

"It's just me the Sorting hat, I'm looking at your mind to see where you belong. I thought Ms. Granger was a difficult case. You have keen intelligence and a quest for knowledge; you would do well in Ravenclaw. Yet you also possess bravery and a desire to protect people you care for, which would make you a candidate for Gryffindor. Yet, you are drawn to Slytherin, it is where your heart is. You possess cunning, Parseltongue and an innate disregard for conventions. I really ought to sort you where you wish to go."

The hat stiffened and vibrated with magic, he felt it struggle in vain before pronouncing his fate.

"Gryffindor."

Harry screamed, "You lying piece of trash you promised to send me when I wanted to go." He pulled off the hat and threw it at the ground.

It spun around and was caught by an elderly gentleman with a long beard.

"Now Mr. Potter. You are disrupting the ceremony. You really ought to head to your Table and join your Housemates. Once Sorted, you are bound there."

Harry glared, "It was going to make me a Slytherin. I want to know why I'm a Gryffindor."

The Great Hall gasped.

"Now Mr. Potter, starting off the year with such falsehoods is not a good beginning."

Harry glared, "I may be a nasty little Freak but I am not a liar. I wanted to be a Slytherin. Someone messed with the hat. I felt it."

Before he could say another word his lips were sealed shut and he was forcibly sat on an empty space at the Gryffindor Table.

Harry buried his face in his arms; he didn't want to be here. Why was he?

He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't.

He ignored the last nine names to be Sorted. He didn't eat when he heard the others start eating. He sat at the table fuming; he'd been insulted and called a liar in front of the entire school. He'd been humiliated.

He thought when he came here things would be different. He would be allowed to have friends, to study, to learn and to be himself.

Nothing had changed…

There were still bullies, there were still adults who automatically disliked him and he was being forced to conform to an ideal he hated.

A hand tapped him on the shoulder, "If you are quite done pouting it is time to go to our House.'

Harry stiffened and glared.

It was another redhead, obviously Percy.

"I am not pouting." Harry grumbled, finding he could speak again.

He climbed off the bench.

"My name is Percy Weasley. I am one of the Gryffindor Prefects. If you will follow me First Years I will escort you to Gryffindor Tower."

Harry vaguely noticed that Seamus, Hermione and Neville had joined him again.

They were led up a moving staircase, down stone corridors behind tapestries until they finally reached a huge portrait of a very large woman.

"This." Prefect Percy said puffing his chest our importantly.

Harry laughed, the move looked so much better on Draco.

"It would behove you to pay attention Mr. Potter." Percy sniffed, his pointy nose in the air.

"Sorry." Harry mumbled smirking.

"This is the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. The Portrait of the Fat Lady guards the door. Every few weeks the password will change. Right now the Password is: Caput Draconis."

Harry nickered, nudging Hermione, "Doesn't that mean Dragon's head?"

She shushed him.

"Now you proceed thus to enter," Percy turned to the portrait and spoke clearly, "Caput Draconis."

The portrait swung open, missing him by a mere inch.

Harry giggled, a bit pleased to see him so flustered, and then he hopped into the room.

It was filled with comfortable red toned couches and armchairs. There was a large hearth that flickered with a comfortable fire.

There were tables surrounded by older students.

"Well well, if it isn't the baby lions and lionesses."

Harry grinned, "Hey there Mischief!"

"Well if its isn't a little lost snakeling." Fred ruffled his hair.

"So you're lost huh?" George laughed.

Harry grumbled, "Yeah, I swear it said it would put me in Slytherin but I'm here anyway."

"Well if Lee is Loki, I'm Mayhem."

Harry snickered, "You're Mischief."

"Well, I think Harry needs a nickname…he's quick and sneaky."

"Why don't we call him Hermes? After the Muggle god of travellers and thieves, who served a divine messenger?"

Fred circled him thoughtfully, "He's got the talent to be a Seeker, small and quick. I bet he does have winged feet. Hermes it is."

Harry grinned, thrilled to have a nickname, "This is Hermione Granger, a Muggleborn. This Neville Longbottom I rescued him from the Lake using the Summoning charm you showed me George. That one is Seamus Finnigan."

"Welcome to Gryffindor Tower. Fred and George if you didn't forget." Fred bowed.

George leaned over, "How did you know he wasn't Mischief?"

Harry whispered, "I'm not telling. I can tell you apart and I'll keep it to myself."

George smirked, "Oh Gred!"

"What Forge?" Fred said turning back.

"Hermes here says he can tell us apart but won't disclose his method." George tattled.

"Oh really?" Fred lunged and tickled him

Harry wiggled and squirmed, "No! Don't tickle!"

"You going to tell?"

Harry squirmed, "No!"

They kept tickling him.

"Fred! George! Leave the poor First Year alone."

Harry coughed, "They aren't hurting me. We're just playing."

"Oh it's you Potter. Never mind."

Percy strolled lazily up the stairs.

Fred grumbled, "Arrogant git."

George smirked, "You going to tell?"

"Eyes and jaw!" Harry gasped.

"What?" Fred frowned.

"You have small differences. That's all." Harry lay there gasping for breath.

"Well we'll show you the First year dorm," George said; hold a hand out to pull him up.

Fred nodded, "Yeah it's always in the same place."

The twins led Harry, Seamus and Neville up the winding stair to the left of the Common Room.

They opened the first door to the left.

Sitting there on the first bed was Ron.

The next bed was claimed by a tall boy with curly black hair and chocolate coloured skin. He grinned walking towards them.

"Dean Thomas."

Harry shook his hand, "Harry Potter."

Seamus stepped forward, "Seamus Finnigan."

Neville stammered, "Ne…vi...lle…Long...bot…tom…"

"Hope you don't mind I claimed a bed already." Dean grinned.

Harry shrugged, "Not really. If no one objects I'll take the far bed."

There were shrugs all around.

Harry dragged his trunk to the foot of the far bed.

Neville took the bed next to him and Seamus laid claim to the centre bed.

Overwrought and thoroughly annoyed, Harry dressed for bed and curled up under the crimson velvet duvet.

It was the warmest, most comfortable bed he'd ever slept in.

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

A/N; The Sorting Hat's song is JKR's and i believe it's from PS ch7. If it's not chapter 7 it's still the right book and writer.

delia cerrano - Pansy is being a selfish possessive brat isn't she? Pansy doesn't think that anyone she doesn't know as well as some halfblood supposed infant hero is worthy of Draco's company. In her mind she's protecting Draco from a social climbing pretentious halfblood. The twins even with the hatred and mistrust between the Weasleys and the Malfoys were willing to give Draco a chance because they don't know 'This Malfoy'. To their surprise he was nice, minus the jibe about the Cannons but most people laugh at the Cannons because they suck.

LeVeen - Sorry this is lateish. I fell asleep before it posted. Sadly, Harry didn't end up in Slytherin despite both the Hat and Harry being in agreement he belonged there.

blj.14 - One it's bad form to judge a story by a prologue. This story is not about the abuse but rather how he rises above it. most of said abuse will be referenced to not showcased. I tagged it as abuse because yes the Dursleys and others [Dumbles] abuse Harry in a variety of ways. If you don't want a downer story why the hell did you read a prologue to a story tagged with abuse? I don't tend to write fluffy really. I might have moments but i don't like fluffy. Go find some other author to give you that. I think Harry sounds happy in later chapters, he's not broken at all. Not all abused persons end up broken or beaten down in the end. The Dursleys at least starved him and locked him in that dark that's Cannon not me. Plus they swung at him! how the hell do you grow up happy in that environment? Dumbles is manipulative even in canon. I classify much of what he did as Evil. He turned a blind eye neglect and abuse of a minor, he placed Harry in the care of a selfish woman who hated her own sister. Expecting Petunia to care for him? Don't make me laugh. BTW why is a story titled, 'Some Jokes Just Aren't Funny' even remotely fluffy? it sounds like Snivellius tormenting story.

Sorry for the rant but I got annoyed...
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