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What Would You Do?	By : snapeisthebest Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Would You Do?
- 2-two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Ninteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Final
- 8
- 9
- 10
Harry was a nervous wreck. When he and Severus had the meeting with Uncle Tom, after their first conscious mind-blowing kiss, it was decided that Harry was going to be "kidnapped" so he could live at Slytherin Castle with his uncle. That was the easy part; the hard part was not to blow it in front of Dumbledore.

Harry and Severus had returned late into the night. They told everyone present there was a problem with Harry's inheritance and that they needed to be back up at Gringotts in the morning at nine. Dumbledore, oh so graciously, informed them that he would be accompanying them to help "set things right". Phase one: Dumbledore's interest: check.

"Come along, My Boy," called Dumbledore from the door. "We must make sure you get everything you deserve, mustn't we? There will be Aurors meeting us on the steps before we go in. Phase two: witnesses: check.

Now, it was five minutes until nine and they were just about to go into Gringotts, when suddenly, there were several loud cracks of apparition. A dozen Death Eaters had just arrived on the steps. One stepped forward to stand behind Harry and lowered his hood.

"Good morning, Tom. How nice of you to visit today. What is it you are doing?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling like mad. 'He can't do anything with all the Aurors around; I would have brought more than twelve.'

"Good morning to you, Albus. I just thought I would pop in for a spell." Tom answered as he waved his wand flamboyantly causing several loud explosions. It was all Harry could do not to laugh. He was very thankful for having learned Occlumency.

"Ah, I see. Well. Leave now, Tom." Dumbledore demanded.

Tom grinned as he put his arms around Harry. Tom met Albus' eyes and replied, "As you so command." before disappearing with Harry and the Death Eaters.

Albus Dumbledore stood still, mouth gaping like a fish for several minutes. It was only when Severus asked him what his orders were, did the man come out of his daze.

All Hell then broke loose.

Harry couldn't contain his laughter when they landed in the sitting room in the castle. "Oh, I wish I could see his face right now, he really shouldn't be too upset. After all, he did tell you to leave and you obeyed." He managed to say.

"I know. He only has himself to blame. We will have to let Severus see in the Pensieve. Seriously though, I think we should keep you a secret until I present you as my Heir. I will not confine you to quarters, but I do ask that you remain completely covered unless in your quarters, mine or Severus'. You will be learning a lot in the next few weeks. The fewer people who know you are here, the better." Tom told him.

"As you wish, Uncle Tom. But, what about the Death Eaters you had with you this morning?" was the cheeky reply from Harry.

"Who? Them?" Tom asked as several of his followers appeared in the room. "I do not think they will cause a problem." Tom stated as he walked over and put an arm through one of the men. “Just a little spell I know. Something like a Muggle hologram.”

Harry stood shocked for a minute. Then he smirked at his uncle and said, "You are such a Slytherin."

"As are you, my Heir." Tom grinned at Harry. "Now, the first thing you will be learning is…"

The two got started on Harry's education in the Dark Arts and Dumbledore's manipulations.

Two days later, Harry was in the library studying, when a lower level Death Eater came in.

"Excuse me, Sir. The Dark Lord requires your presence in his private study. It would not do to keep him waiting."

The drawl was all too familiar to Harry. He looked up to be sure. 'Yeah, it's him.'

"Malfoy, I thought you would be higher up than just a messenger boy." Harry bit out at his school nemesis.

Draco flushed with anger and started give a sharp retort when he remembered his Lord had told him to treat the newcomer with respect.

"Yes, well, every TRUE Death Eater must work their way up in rank," Draco cringed as he knew that came out a lot snider than he intended. He hoped whoever this was getting preferential treatment hadn't noticed; he was disappointed.

"So, you do not think I am a true follower of the Dark Lord." It was more a statement than a question. "Explain to me what a 'true Death Eater' does." Harry asked, truly curious what his uncle's followers really thought.

Draco proudly puffed his chest out as he explained. "Death Eaters are loyal followers of the Dark Lord. Our lives are lived to serve him and his; as he is leading us into a better world for all of wizard kind. We are faithful to him and pledge our lives to obey and protect him. We each must work our way up from the bottom. Earning his trust and faith in us by completing the tasks he sets forth for us. No one is just born into high ranking in the Death Eaters. If they were, certainly I would not be in here now with you. The only one born into a high rank is the Heir."

Harry was impressed. Draco really seemed to be proud of being a follower and hadn't said one derogatory remark in his brief little speech.

"Well, that's quite impressive. Does anyone know who the Heir is or could be?" He asked.

"No. It is assumed there isn't one." Draco answered. He was getting very curious about the person in front of him.

"Well, then, let me introduce myself. I am Lord Voldemort's Heir." Harry said as gave a deep bow to the now shocked teen.

"You can't be. The Dark Lord would be proud of his Heir. Not hide him away from the world; even if he were Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived to Piss Us All Off." Draco said with a look of utter disgust on his face.

Harry smiled in amusement. Uncle Tom had told him why Draco did and said the things he did to Harry and his friends. He had really wanted to be friends with Harry when they met in the robe shop before first year. Then, Dumbledore interfered, and Draco never got over the rejection. Especially with Ron running interference for the old man every time he approached to call a truce.

"Why do you dislike Potter so much?" Harry asked. He had come to a decision about Draco. He only hoped his uncle didn't get mad at him.

"He hurt me. From the first time I met him, all I wanted was to be his friend. I can see how it could have been had he accepted my hand in first year. He truly is a good person, if a bit naive." Draco looked truly sad.

“Are you aware of the fact that Potter knew nothing of the wizarding world before receiving his Hogwarts letter? And even then, what he was told was mostly lies and half truths about how everything worked in it. The first day you met him was the day he found all this out. You had spoken very highly of being sorted into Slytherin. That same day, he was told a dark wizard murdered his parents. Later, before the sorting, he was told that every dark and evil wizard came from Slytherin house. He was already being programmed. Can you understand his line of thought?”

Draco was shocked by this revelation. He nodded his understanding.

Harry was genuinely sorry for the grief he has caused Draco, all because of Dumbledore.

" In light of what you've been told, would you accept his friendship now, if he offered it? And would you help him study and learn if he asked it?" Harry asked full of hope; he could really use a friend in this place.

"You don't have to worry about that; he has Granger and especially Weasley. That one has blocked every attempt at a truce I have tried since first year. They are his friends. He would never ask me." A dejected looking Draco turned away.

"Weasley is thankfully dead." Harry stated as he lowered his hood to reveal himself to the person that should have been his friend for years.

"POTTER!!!" Draco yelled in surprise as he turned to see.

"Hush, Malfoy. I don't think you really want to piss off Uncle Tom. I revealed myself to you in hopes of righting a wrong from several years ago. Draco Malfoy, would you like to be my friend?" Harry asked as he held out his hand.

Draco stood there with his mouth hanging open in such a non-Malfoyish way. When he regained his composure, he looked up at Harry and smiled. "Really?"

"Yep. I'm not allowed to contact my friends just yet. Uncle Tom told me to wait a little while." Harry replied.

"Ok, Potter, a few questions before I decide. Who is this 'Uncle Tom' you keep referring to? And why did he let you become the Dark Lord's Heir?" Draco finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind through out the conversation.

Harry smiled in what Draco felt was too Slytherin for the Gryffindor Golden Boy before he answered. "Well, you see, Draco, what many people don't know, is that Lord Voldemort was born Tom Marvolo Riddle. And I am his only living relative."

"WHAT!!?? H-how did that happen? If we are to be friends, Po...Harry, I think you better explain." Draco was completely dumbfounded at learning goody-goody Potter was more Slytherin than him.

Harry explained about his family and what Dumbledore had done as they walked to his Uncle Tom's study. He really didn't want to make him mad. Although most of the spells had been broken, the ones that remained were the worst. They were the ones that caused him to hate and be angry.

Utter astonishment is too weak to describe how Draco felt. Of course, everyone expected the savior to be treated like a king; not starved and verbally abused most of his life. He was definitely going to give Boy Wonder a second chance at friendship and help him learn the things he should have been since birth.

"Alright, Potter, I will give you this one last chance. But, do not think that being the Heir will make me go easy on you." Draco told him in a very serious tone. Then, he smiled and said, "Besides, you may be cute and all, but you have nothing compared to my ethereal beauty."

Harry knocked on the study door. As they were waiting, Harry looked over at Malfoy smirking. "It's Black, not Potter. You really are full of yourself. Looks are not everything; attitude says almost as much as looks. You may have a pretty face, but as far as I am concerned, you are one ugly bastard."

Draco looked at Harry in mock indignation and quickly threw a tickling hex at him. Unfortunately for Draco, it was right when Uncle Tom opened the door. Knowing of the history between the two, Tom assumed the worst and Crucio'ed Draco. Causing Harry to fall to his knees grasping his forehead in pain.

"Please, Uncle Tom, don't do that when I'm near." Harry gasped as he recovered.

"OH GODS!! I am so sorry Harry. He was… and I thought…and then you…" Tom stopped when he realized he was babbling in front of one his follower's son, who was a low-level Death Eater himself. 'How undignified!' He thought before helping Harry up off the floor. Ignoring Draco completely.

"Uncle Tom, calm down. Remember, I told you I feel your emotions through this scar Mother gave me. It's just much worse the closer I am to you and the stronger your emotions." Harry reassured his distraught uncle. "And don't even get me started about your dreams. We will talk about those later."

Draco Malfoy could not believe he just heard what he did. Harry Potter was teasing the Dark Lord Voldemort about dreams. He slowly got up from the floor and hesitantly walked in behind them.

"My Lord, my most humble apologies; we were only teasing one another and I was just going to tick…" Draco began but was interrupted.

"Excuse me, my Lords, but there is much to discuss with little time." A voice said from across the room.

Harry and Draco turned to see Griphook sitting on a sofa on the other side of the room. They both quickly sat on the one opposite him and got comfortable. Tom walked over and sat next to the goblin, giving Harry an inquisitive look, flicking his eyes towards Malfoy and back. Harry shrugged and then grinned at his uncle while nodding. Tom smirked, and turned to Griphook.

"I am delighted at the honor you bestow my ancestral home by this visit." Tom was very official in his greeting. Harry made a mental note to ask about that later.

"It is my pleasure to serve the wealthiest wizard in the world, ever." The small being paused at the uncharacteristic snort that came from Draco.

Turning to Harry, he continued, "I have come here for the purpose of presenting you with your inheritances. One, Albus Dumbledore came in to take control of your vaults since you had been taken by Lord Voldemort and presumably killed. I assume you have read your letters" Harry nodded. "Your parents were good people, as well as your godfather. It pleases me to continue to work for the Head of such families."

When Griphook finished, Draco nudged Harry. As he turned to look at him, Draco raised an eyebrow in question. Surprising himself, Harry understood. The blond had at least one question. Harry nodded to give him permission.

"Excuse me, not to be rude, but exactly how rich is Potter?" Draco asked the question Harry wanted to know most.

"Exactly? We are not sure. Only the Head can open most of the vaults." Feeling he had answered Draco, Griphook focused his attention back to Harry. "When your parents died, you became the richest wizard in the world. Just in the vaults we goblins could access, you have double the money of the Malfoys, ALL of the Malfoys."

"What? But, how can that be?" It was Tom's turn to ask questions knowing how much the Malfoys owned.

"Griphook, sir, I can't possibly be that rich. I only have one vault." Harry couldn't believe it. There had to be a mistake, somewhere.

Griphook suddenly broke out in hysterical laughter. The other three occupants of the room shuddered. Not a pleasant sound, really, to hear a goblin laughing.

When he regained his composure, Griphook met Harry's eyes and grinned. "My young one, you alone have over 100 vaults in Gringotts; four of those being of the original 10, another six, being established shortly after.

All three men were shocked into silence. Two of them knew what this meant. The other, because of having so much and never knowing, until now.

"What are the names on the first ten accounts in Gringotts?" asked Harry, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That would be: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Potter, Black, Malfoy, Snape, Riddle, and Merlin-le Fay." Griphook was still grinning.

"I still don't understand. I know about being Head of the Potter’s and Black’s. But, Uncle Tom is still alive. He has the Slytherin and Riddle vaults, not me." Harry was having a hard time swallowing everything.

"It is true; you are the Heir of those two. However, I was referring to the Gryffindor and Merlin-le Fay family vaults." Griphook responded.

Silence reigned supreme once again.

"Perhaps we should go over everything." The goblin suggested. At the dumbfounded nods he received, he went on to explain just how much Harry had inherited and what families he had "control" over.

In the past two and a half weeks, Harry had learned quite a bit. He had also kept in touch with the Twins, Ginny, Remus and Hermione. After the first week, Uncle Tom had given permission for them to write each other ONLY if Severus delivered the letters in person. Severus agreed, of course. Thankfully, they had been understanding about learning of Harry's heritage; his making friends with Draco and his relationship with Severus. If you could call it a relationship, that is.

Harry didn't know what to think about Severus and what was going on there. They had had the mind blowing kiss in Uncle Tom's office and then a few accidental touches in passing. Two or three times Harry actually got to snuggle with him on the couch in the study. Every time, his uncle was with them.

Everything seemed to be at a standstill in that department. They spent time getting to know one another and that was it. No caressing. No more kissing. Just talking, or silent companionship and always with another in the room. After the past two and a half weeks, Harry was frustrated and sought out his uncle for advice on what to do. Surely, the man had been in love before and could give him advice on what to do.

Harry hesitantly knocked on the door to the study. As he waited for his Uncle Tom to answer, he heard Severus inside talking; there was no mistaking that voice after all. The talking inside stopped when he knocked. Harry heard someone approaching the door. As it opened, he was greeted with a sight he would never forget.

Percy Weasley opened the door to his uncle's study. His robes were off and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. Even though his hair was curly, it was obviously disheveled. Harry looked past Percy to see Severus leaning against the desk; the look of shock on his face at seeing who it was.

"Yes? Is there something we can help you with, Sir?" Percy asked sounding very put out by being interrupted.

"No. Not anymore." Harry answered, turning to leave, sounding slightly dejected. Then the anger hit. Turning back to Percy, he said, "Yes, actually, there is. You can tell me why you are taking care of 'that' kind of business in the Dark Lord's study?"

Severus looked to Percy, taking in his appearance. Realizing how it looked, he walked over to the door and simply stated, "Do not read more into things than there are. This is not what it seems."

"Yeah? Right! Let's just see what He thinks about it." Harry was furious that Severus would deny it like that; especially when Harry had seen with his own eyes.

Harry turned in a flourish of robes and went in search of his uncle. Ignoring, the pain in his chest and the tears on his face, Harry made his way to the throne room.

Tom was in his throne room listening to reports from a few of the lower level Death Eaters when he suddenly felt immensely sad. Shortly after, he was extremely angry. Recognizing what was happening; Tom turned panicked eyes towards Draco.

"Draco! I need you to find H…my Heir immediately and bring him to me. It is of the utmost importance." Tom ordered. Wondering what had upset Harry so much.

"Yes, My Lord." Draco bowed then made his way out the door and down the corridor. He saw the concern in the Dark Lords eyes; he needed to find Harry quickly.

Draco's search didn't last long. As he rounded the first corner, Harry ran right into him, knocking him on his ass.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you, Draco." Harry said through his tears, offering his hand to help the blond to his feet.

"Harry, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Draco fervently asked, looking the other over for injury.

"No, I'm not hurt." Harry answered.

"Then, what is wrong? Why are you crying?" Draco was afraid of what could have caused such a reaction in his friend.

"I-I saw him with s-s-s-someone else. I don't understand. Uncle T-t-tom said he loved me. He even showed m-me the m-memory where he admitted it." Harry was starting to calm down. "Now, he's in the study with someone else. And I saw them. And he said it wasn't what it looked like. But isn't that what they always say. Or so I've heard."

Harry threw himself into Draco's arms as he started crying again. Draco held him, rubbing small circles on his back like Lucius had done to him when he was younger.

"Who, Harry?" Draco finally asked, already knowing the answer. His godfather had some serious explaining to do.

At that moment, Harry pulled back and gave his friend a look that clearly said 'you know who'. Draco gave a curt nod and released Harry.

"The Dark Lord sent me to find and bring you to him. He is in the throne room. Do you think you can make it on your own?" Draco asked with determination.

Harry nodded and went on to see his uncle. He wasn't sure what he wanted done. Uncle Tom would know what to do.

Draco continued on his way to the study. His anger increased with every step he took. Harry had told him that he was in love with Severus during their second study session; after Draco had asked if he wanted to 'fool around a bit' with him. The blond was shocked speechless by that tidbit of information. When he regained his composure, all he could ask was, "Why him, of all people? He's ugly with a hooked nose and greasy hair."

The reply he received kept his mouth shut for the rest of the day; as Harry had made it disappear while telling him that looks were NOT everything and he'd better mind what he said in the future.

Draco didn't bother to knock on the door as he entered the study. He looked around for his godfather. The coward had fled. But, there was someone else in the room. Draco strode up to the red head and asked, "Were you in here with Snape when The Heir came in?" He'd received a nod. "What happened?" Draco then demanded.

"Not that it's any of YOUR business, Malfoy. Severus and I were in here researching the Uralt descendents in order to find the Kin Annals, when we were interrupted." Percy stopped here but looked rather uncomfortable all of the sudden.

"And?" Draco pressed.

"Well, The Heir accused us of things and left to go to the Dark Lord. Severus left in a huff shortly after." Percy replied all too quickly for Draco's liking.

"That's it? Nothing else?" Draco intended to get it all out of the little weasel.

"Well, you know, I have had a crush on Severus since my sixth year. I was trying to seduce him. I even managed to get him to loosen up a little and remove his robe and was starting on the shirt when He showed up. It took all I had not to hex the fucker, whoever he is. I was so close to having Severus again." Percy was clearly perturbed his plans were botched.

Draco was stunned. 'Again? What the hell was that supposed to mean? I'm damn sure going to find out.' Pointing his wand at Percy, "HE would be the Heir of our Lord, and you would do well to remember that! And what the hell are you talking about? Severus would never willingly have a Weasley." Draco was starting to lose his patience with this…person, who was trembling before him, obviously scared.

"You see, seventh year, I found Severus on the grounds. He was in a bad way, beaten and bloody. It seemed one of his 'meetings' didn't go well. Anyway, I came across him and helped him to his quarters. He told me where the potions were and I got them for him. After he drank most of them, he told me to show myself out. I went to the door to leave when I noticed him drinking the Dreamless Sleep potion. That was the chance I had been waiting for. Dreamless Sleep knocks you out instantly.

Severus was sound asleep. I went back to his bed and sat down next to him; gently stroking his hair and face. Then, I ran my hands down his chest and on to his cock. His clothes were gone before I realized what I was doing. Too late to go back, I stroked him until he was hard as a rock. That cock was so beautiful, I had to taste it. I sucked him off for a bit while I prepared myself. He responded a little when I kissed him so I felt it was alright to continue and impaled myself on his cock and fucked him hard. We both came; I cleaned us up and left. He didn't remember any of it. Still, it was the best fuck of my life. And I want it again." Percy sounded almost proud of himself.

Draco was at a loss for words. This…individual had just admitted to raping his godfather while he slept! And acted like it was no big deal. Draco didn't know what to say. There really was nothing to say. But, there was something he could do.

Without hesitation, the Malfoy Heir drew back his fist (the one his wand was in) and punched the bastard while he muttered a spell that made the force ten times worse.

As Percy fell to the floor, Draco turned and left to return to the throne room.

When Harry made it to the throne room, it was deserted save for his uncle. He ran over and flung himself into the man's arms and started crying hard again.

"Harry what has happened?" Tom asked in a soothing voice.

"I saw him with someone else in the study. Their clothes were all messed up and everything. He said it wasn't what it seemed. But I'm not so sure." Harry managed through his tears.

Tom thought back to who he had sent to the study. Then, it hit him. Weasley had volunteered to help Severus in the study. They were looking for a bonding ritual created by the original Uralt members. One of the descendants was in possession of the book it was contained in. No one knew which Heir had it. Or if it was owned by one of the branch offs of the families.

"Are you talking about Severus and Weasley?" Harry gasped and nodded. "I sent them to the study for research, Harry. I do not think Severus would do anything with Percy Weasley." Tom was trying to comfort his nephew as much as he could without revealing too much of the plans Severus had.

"But, then, why did Severus look so shocked when he saw it was me standing at the door? And he knew it was me. Who else walks around the castle completely covered with hood and all?" Harry asked Tom, starting to get annoyed that his uncle was blowing this off so easily.

"Maybe, just maybe, because it was not time for you to know what he was doing his research on and he was waiting for the proper time to inform you of it." The familiar silky voice stated form the door.

Tom couldn't believe it! He had forgotten to set the wards on the room when Harry came in. Anyone could have heard them.

"Harry, let me expl…" Severus began only to be cut off.

"I don't want to hear your lies. You owe me no explanations. Obviously, I am not good enough for you. Go back to your Pureblood boy-toy. I'm sure he was pissed that you two were interrupted before he could get off." Harry's voice was full of venom. He wondered when he had stopped crying.

"Harry that is no way for you to behave. Will you not hear Severus out?" Tom asked.

"NO!! I will NOT hear him out; especially after what I just saw." Harry's voice was very close to a yell. Turning to his uncle, he spat, "I can't believe you are siding with him over me, so much for family!!!"

Harry rose from his seat and made his way to the door. He paused as he passed Severus. He turned to face Tom and looking his uncle in the eye, he stated, "I thought things could be different. The more I got to know you, the more I saw the man my mother told me about. That man would do anything to protect his family, guess you have changed after all. I am leaving the castle; I will not stay where I can't trust the people there. Draco will know where I am and how to contact me." Then, Harry turned and left.

Harry had finally made it to his rooms and started to pack his belongings. He pulled some clothes out of the wardrobe and threw them on the bed. When he turned back to get more clothes, he was face-to-face with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

“Who...who are you?” he hesitantly asked. There was something familiar about her.

“Shhhhh, hush, little one. Do you not remember?” she asked in a gentle voice that Harry found quite calming.

Harry thought very hard and tried to remember. Then, all of the sudden...”Y..you are real? I thought it was just my imagination from all the pain.”

“Yes, I am very real. I've been watching over you. I know all that has happened. It truly saddens me that I can only show myself when my family is in dire need of me. Now ,about this leaving business.....” Harry continued to pack as she lectured him and tried to talk him out of it.

Meanwhile, after Harry's grand exit:

The other two men in the room stared, mouths gaping at the spot Harry had just left. Several minutes passed before Draco entered, snapping them out of it.

"What happened here? Severus, you have some serious explaining to do after I inform you of some things." Draco began as he glared at his godfather. "It seems that weasel has been trying to seduce you since the night he helped you after a meeting."

Severus looked confused for a second then asked Draco what he was talking about. Draco then told both men what he had learned from Percy. Severus was pale and nearly collapsed to the floor. Tom quickly conjured a chair for the man.

As Severus regained his composure, Tom told Draco of Severus' plans for Harry and of the confrontation with him. Draco couldn't understand why they would keep something like this a secret from the main person it pertained to. He went in search of Harry. When he found him, Harry was curled up on his bed; he had obviously cried himself to sleep. All his belongings packed and ready to go.

Severus looked at Tom, tears in his eyes. "I cannot lose him now, Tom. I have worked so hard for this. You need to tell him, before it is too late. As Head of the Family and as Prime of the Uralt, you need to tell him. Draco is right. We never should have kept something like this from him. Tradition be damned! Tell him. Tell him. Tell him." Severus was nearly begging.

Tom looked at his friend rocking back and forth in his chair like a child. Repeating his mantra of 'tell him', obviously fighting the tears back.

That's the moment the Dark Lord decided he would damn tradition and inform Harry of what, precisely, the research was for. After thousands of years, the Uralt Prime was about to break tradition. Tom rose and made his way to his great-nephew's rooms.
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