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A/N: Sorry for taking so long!!! I don't mean to make Islinn sound great, but I want you to understand how fit she is to be Harry's guardian despite the fact she feels she's not. I hope you like it!!! Please review! Thank you! Please take the time to answer the poll on my profile page please!!!

The next morning Islinn woke up warm and feeling better than last night. She took a moment to simply be there, enjoying this new day. She was also more than a little excited because today she was going to go see if Shushienae would show. She tilted her head back a little to see her company better. His arm was still around her and he was asleep. He looked vulnerable, his expression open, and her features softened as a smile appeared.

Islinn, careful not to wake Neville, got up. She tucked the blanket around him so he wouldn't be cold. Then, she went upstairs to get ready. In no time at all, she was heading out the portrait hole quietly.

"Good morning, Miss Ignotum," Malfoy greeted her when she reached the door. He gave her a little bow and she had to admit he had gotten better at it. Sometimes, practice did make perfect.

"Good morning, Mister Malfoy," she replied dipping into a neat curtsy. With that, they both began walking toward the Black Lake. As the morning before, they both walked in silence.

"Are you sure you will see… her again?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"I cannot tell you for certain, though I really do hope we see her again," she said not realizing she had included him also. He did take notice of this, but decided not to say anything about it.

Draco Malfoy knew Islinn Ignotum didn't like him very much, but she was pleasant company and she didn't turn him away. She was always polite to him despite the very apparent rivalry between him and her friends. She had only looked at him coldly once, that day he thought they were going to be expelled, and still she had been civil. He had to admit to himself she did have reason to dislike him, especially that day, but she'd never said anything unpleasant to him. And now, she was letting him do this with her. Perhaps he shouldn't like her so much; there were plenty of reasons why. She was a Gryffindor, friends with his arch nemesis, she was not a pureblood (though half-bloods were okay, and his father had no problem with them, his godfather was a half-blood after all), and she wasn't exactly popular with the other Houses… his own House didn't quite like her. Even so, she was the only one who seemed to really have been raised in the old ways, to act like a real aristocrat anyway (besides himself… and Nott he reluctantly admitted), she was nice, witty… she could very well be his equal (perhaps she was a little better than him). He could have intelligent conversations with her (he had to admit his friends weren't exactly smart)… maybe his father might even approve.

Something closed around his wrist, taking him out of his musings. She was holding his wrist. Again he was surprised at how strong she was. Her grip was firm, but she didn't hurt him. He raised an eyebrow at her in question. She gave him a small, amused smile. "You must have been in very deep thought, Mister Malfoy, to not notice you were about to go into the Black Lake," she told him. It took him a while to realize she was right.

"I suppose I was," was all he said and she let go of him.

"I do hope you do not decide to take a walk by yourself while deep in thought," she said with a smirk. He looked at her momentarily surprised. She had a sense of humor?

He smiled at her. "I will make sure to have someone come with me when I do," he replied.

She smiled a tiny smile. "Make sure you do," was all she said before they once again lapsed into silence.

Her smiles, her small smiles. She was beautiful, indescribably so (it was rather strange), but even when in her friend's company she didn't smile normally. Whatever she did looked normal, and graceful, but her smiles, though mostly genuine, always seemed controlled, like she couldn't allow herself to show too much emotion; almost as if it were improper for her to do so, but it wasn't. Come to think of it, she always seemed to have a control on whatever she was feeling. Her smiles were controlled, her face was mostly always impassive, even her faraway looks seemed controlled. He remembered their first flying lesson and Pansy's argument with Islinn. She had seemed controlled even then, though he did see some emotion flicker in her eyes. He didn't think he could imagine her any other way than the way she always seemed: cool and collected.

"Something is coming," Islinn murmured. He moved to the side, the same position he had taken before. She strolled a little closer to the edge of the forest.

A moment later, Draco saw the unicorn – he wondered if it was the same one – emerge from the forest. And like the morning before (though less hesitant this time) she curtsied to it and the unicorn made a little nod-like action. Islinn got closer and the unicorn didn't move for a moment. Then it – she, Draco corrected himself – turned her head toward him, her dark eyes focusing on his gray ones. She didn't move, not to advance or retreat, she simply stared at him (it unnerved him a little). Then, to his surprise (and Islinn's too it seemed for her eyes had widened slightly) the unicorn gave him a nod-like gesture as well. Surprised, he looked at Islinn, who gave him a piercing stare. He knew what she wanted him to do and because it was only them two and Shushienae – if that was her – he did it. He felt very foolish as he bowed at the creature and he was glad Islinn wouldn't tell (he knew she wouldn't). Islinn relaxed a little and then Shushienae and Islinn turned to each other. Islinn ran her fingers gently through its mane and spoke softly to it. She stroked between its ears and its muzzle.

Again Draco was stunned and awed at such a pulchritudinous scene. Their beauty somehow complimented each other in a strange way, and again they seemed to have some type of intense connection only they could understand. It looked so breathtaking and private that he felt like he had to look away and yet he couldn't. Draco didn't particularly feel worthy of watching them but he couldn't help it. Besides, in a way he was worthy because Shushienae and Islinn had allowed it, because Islinn had told him she was surprised the unicorn had let him see their exchange, and Shushienae had not fled.

Draco saw Islinn's hand slip away from the unicorn's cheek and stepped away. Shushienae gave Islinn her nod-like salute and Islinn gave a formal and very nice curtsy. Shushienae turned then to Draco and saluted him also. Draco, surprised at being acknowledged again, and again feeling foolish, attempted to give his best formal bow. With that, the unicorn retreated back to the woods in a flash of white. Islinn now made her way toward Draco. He saw her small smile and her eyes almost seemed to sparkle. All he could do was stare.

"Was it her, Shushienae?" he asked without meaning to.

"Yes," she answered shortly.

"How do you know?" he asked curious now.

"I am simply able to tell," she replied an undercurrent of finality in her voice. He simply nodded at that and decided not to ask anymore on that.

Islinn and Malfoy parted ways once inside Hogwarts, and she went up to the Gryffindor Tower. She was surprised to see an awake Neville and a ready Hermione. Islinn entered and went toward them. "Good morning," she greeted and noticed they didn't look very happy.

"We saw you with Malfoy," Hermione, ever the straight forward one, said. Islinn felt her insides freeze. Great, now they were going to get the wrong idea.

"Yes," was all Islinn replied. Her companions seemed surprised at her response.

"You're admitting to it?" Neville asked shocked. Islinn frowned a little at the question. Wasn't it obvious?

"For one, if you saw me with Mister Malfoy, it is pointless to deny it. And second, unless I had a valid reason, I would not lie to you," Islinn said even though she couldn't lie.

"Oh, so you'd lie to us if you had a valid reason?" Hermione asked disbelieving.

"If your lives were in danger or if you would be harmed, I would certainly keep the truth from you," she said in no way indicating she would lie. That gave Neville and Hermione pause. As much as Islinn wanted to keep Shushienae a secret, she knew she wouldn't be able to. She'd try though.

"How long?" Hermione queried suddenly.

"Counting this morning, it has been two days Mister Malfoy and I have walked together," Islinn admitted.

"Why?" was all Neville could ask.

"Yesterday morning Mister Malfoy found me just as I was going outside. We walked to the Black Lake and on the way back he asked if he could escort me this morning as well. I had not a valid reason to say no, as he has not done anything caustic directly to me," Islinn said.

"You and your… manners," Hermione said looking upset. Islinn didn't reply to that. "Is he good company?" Hermione enquired reluctantly after a moment of silence.

"He has not spoken ill to me," Islinn responded.

"Of course not. You're probably the only Gryffindor… or more like, person he sees as an equal… even though you're loads better than him," Neville said without looking at Islinn. He looked upset but he was also blushing slightly. Islinn briefly and fleetingly wondered if Malfoy considered Theodore Nott an equal… though Nott was by far better than Malfoy.

"And that's saying something since you're a half-blood," Hermione added but then said, "That wasn't what I meant though."

Islinn almost sighed. "He is an acceptable companion. He is witty and seems to know when to speak. He does not speak ill of anyone and his conversations are about non dangerous topics," she replied honestly. There was a very long and uncomfortable silence after that.

"That's not the only reason though. It may be part of it, but that's not all, I know it. You can't just let him," Hermione insisted stubbornly. Islinn looked at Neville and Hermione calmly even if she wasn't feeling calm at all.

At long last, Islinn said in a controlled voice, "You are correct." She waited as her two companions pulled themselves together.

"What else is there?" Neville asked. Islinn looked at them before she explained about Shushienae and why it was so intriguing that the unicorn had let Malfoy watch the interaction. Hermione and Neville seemed very awed and they asked some questions.

After a short pause, Islinn spoke. "I would greatly appreciate it if you did not tell anybody. That also includes Mister Potter and Mister Weasley," Islinn said as she prepared for what she knew was coming.

"Why not Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"As I am sure you know, they will not take the news as easily as you and Mister Longbottom did because the animosity between them is very strong," Islinn explained.

"Oh… yeah, you're right," Hermione said and Neville nodded. Shortly after that, Neville went upstairs to get ready and Islinn and Hermione stayed in the common room to wait for him.

Now it was the beginning of November and the weather had become very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. The Quidditch season had now begun and on Saturday, Harry would be playing his first match: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. Islinn wished yet again she could be Alternate Seeker and not Reserve, but she knew she wouldn't be able to manage it. She almost sighed at the implication. She had Oliver Wood's permission to watch them play however, and so most of the time she could be found doing work in the stands as the team practiced high above her.

At the moment Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Islinn were in the courtyard. Neville had decided to stay in the common room since it was very cold outside. Harry had Quidditch Through the Ages with him, a book Hermione had recommended for him. Hermione too had something. She had conjured a bright blue flame she was able to keep in a jar of jam. As they stood there trying to warm, Islinn noticed Harry staring at something. She looked and saw Snape. She muttered her warning at the other two and they hastened to hide the flame, which was good because just when Snape saw them he began his way toward them. Islinn made sure to arrange her features into a composed and pleasant expression.

"Good day, professor," she said politely when he was near enough. She added a small curtsy. Snape gave her the slightest of smiles.

"Good day to you as well, Miss Ignotum," he answered. His eyes swept to her company and the smile vanished. His sharp gaze landed, of course, on Harry. "What is that you have there, Potter?" he asked him. Harry silently showed him the book.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor." Islinn's eyebrows almost rose in surprise but she was able to hold herself. She was sure he had just made that up. "Good day," Snape said.

"Good day, sir," was all Islinn managed with a respectful inclination of her head.

"He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape walked away. "I wished you hadn't healed his leg," he added.

"Yeah, then it could have really hurt him," said Ron bitterly.

That evening, Islinn was heading down the stairs from the girls dormitory after having changed into her Shadowhunting attire. When she arrived at the common room, only Hermione, Ron, and Neville were there.

"Where is Mister Potter?" Islinn asked calmly though she was feeling worried. He had just been there.

"He went to see if he could get Quidditch Through the Ages back from Snape," Ron said. Islinn gave a nod indicating she understood. She left the common room hoping she could catch up with Harry before he reached Snape's office. However, she had descended a couple of steps when Harry was sprinting up the stairs. He looked a little frightened.

"Mister Potter, what happened?" she asked a little alarmed. He shook his head as he tried to catch his breath and pointed at the portrait. Islinn nodded and gave the password and they went back inside. They reached Hermione and Ron. Neville was not there. Harry and Islinn sat down and Harry told them he had heard Snape talking to Filch about the three-headed dog and that he was asking how the heck he was suppose to keep watch on all its heads.

As the three discussed the matter, Islinn was deep in thought. So, that was how his leg had been injured, he had been to where the dog was the night the troll had been let in to Hogwarts. She didn't want to believe he was trying to get whatever the dog was guarding; she couldn't bring herself to do it. Maybe he had gone there to make sure whatever the dog was hiding was secured. Professor Snape might be unfair and caustic, but would he really try to do that? Would he really try to take something Dumbledore wanted safe? Because that was why that object was at Hogwarts wasn't it? It was better hidden there than at Gringotts.

"Islinn, it's late, we should be going," Hermione's voice interrupted her thoughts. Islinn looked at Hermione and blinked as she gathered her wits.

"I am going to be staying here a while longer," Islinn informed and the other three nodded looking uncertain.

The common room had finally cleared and it was late. Islinn vaguely wondered if Harry was able to sleep thinking about the Quidditch match the next day. She turned and began her way to the portrait hole when she saw Neville. She inclined her head in greeting. "Good evening, Mister Longbottom," she said quietly.

"Hi, Islinn," he answered. She gave him small smile and he returned it. They stared at each other, Neville blushing profusely and Islinn feeling very strange. She wanted to take his hand, sure that if she did, he would cease his uncomfortable shifting. Why did she want to do that? Why did she want him to hug her again? Why was she even thinking about it? She took a step toward him, but then stopped.

"I must leave. Goodnight, Mister Longbottom," she told him. He nodded.

"Night Islinn," he said quietly before she silently and gracefully walked out of the common room, very much aware of the fact he was watching her leave.

She was now walking silently with Ian Hederstern. Were all Slytherins silent? Ian liked talking to her, that much she knew, but there were always these types of silences that she was thankful for. Nott was silent too, and he didn't seem much for talking. Maybe it was just the Slytherin boys, because Pansy Parkinson was anything but silent. Then there was Malfoy, who wasn't exactly silent unless they were walking together.

"Are you excited about the match tomorrow?" she heard Ian ask. Of course he would ask.

"Yes, very much so. And you?" she queried.

"Yes, but I am also curious about your Seeker," he replied. Of course he would be. Somehow, word had gotten out that Harry would be Seeker. Thankfully, nobody except the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Ron, Hermione, and Neville knew about her.

"I suppose you would be. I think everybody is curious to see how Mister Potter will perform," she replied.

"Yes, you are correct. I'd give my best wishes, but I am a Slytherin," he said and added, "although I am hoping for an interesting match."

Islinn gave a small smile. "I am almost positive that indeed it will be an interesting match, perhaps one to remember," she observed.

He smiled as he opened the door. Islinn felt a flutter in her stomach; he really did have a nice smile. "Yes, I agree," he told her. And with that, they each gave their goodnight and went their separate ways, Islinn dreading her task.

The next morning found Islinn snuggled next to Neville. She and Malfoy had agreed to not walk together on the days there were Quidditch matches because people were bound to notice them as they usually woke up earlier.

Islinn felt happy that for once, all was simple and normal. She liked being snuggled next to Neville feeling warm with his arm around her, still asleep. She stealthily slid an arm around as well, ignoring the confusing feelings and the questions her mind shot at her, and closed her eyes. All she wanted was to enjoy the feeling of not being alone. She wondered how long they were there because she suddenly felt him stir, and thought she was awake she didn't feel like moving. She felt him stiffen for a moment, probably surprised her arm was around him as well, but then she felt him relax and begin to stroke her hair. She was expecting this because whenever he woke up before her (or she was pretending to sleep), he did that. Islinn found that it felt nice… and different then when Jace had done it. She stirred and she felt, again, the suddenness of his hand abruptly stopping his actions and snatching it away. She lifted her head slowly and looked at him. She blinked at him once, slowly.

"Morning," he said with a shy smile. It was always shy but she didn't understand why.

"Good morning, Mister Longbottom. Did you sleep well?" Islinn asked.

"Um, yeah. You?" he asked oh-so-eloquently.

"I did, thank you," she told him with a slight smile. After a moment they decided to go get ready and go to breakfast.

"You've got to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want anything."

'Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry did look very tired, and as Islinn had suspected, he didn't look like he'd slept well.

"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."

"Thanks, Seamus," Harry said as he watched Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages. After a bit more prodding from Islinn, Harry had some toast.

Everyone seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch by eleven o'clock. Islinn was one of the many students that had binoculars so she could see the match better.

Ron, Hermione, and Islinn sat next to Seamus, Dean, and Neville in the top row. Islinn was amused to see a banner painted on a bed sheet. It said "Potter for President". Dean had drawn a large Gryffindor lion while Hermione had charmed it so the paint flashed different colors. Islinn was excited as she sat next to Neville and watched Harry go into the locker room.

When they next came out, Gryffindor was wearing scarlet robes and Slytherin, green robes. Harry looked very small compared to all the other players, including the Slytherin Seeker (Islinn thought his name was Terence Higgs).

Soon enough they were flying high above. It was a pleasant surprise to Islinn to hear Lee Jordan commenting, closely watched by Professor McGonagall. "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor – what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-"

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor," he said and continued, "And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve – back to Johnson and – no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle. Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes – Flint flying like an eagle up there – he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Oliver Wood and Gryffindors take the Quaffle – that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and – OUCH – that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger – Quaffle taken by the Slytherins – that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger – sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which – nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes – she's really flying – dodges a speeding Bludger – the goal posts ahead – com on, no, Angelina – Keeper Bletchley dives – misses – GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"

Islinn applauded loudly at this as her Housemates cheered and Slytherin howled and moaned.

"Budge up there, move along."

"Hagrid!"

Islinn moved closer to Neville as Hermione and Ron squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid as he patted a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"

"Nope, Harry hasn't had much to do yet," said Ron.

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at Harry. The commentary continued.

"Slytherin in possession, Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the – wait a moment – was that the Snitch?"

Islinn heard the murmurs run through the crowd and felt nervous for Harry. She saw it glint right near Pucey's shoulder, who had dropped the Quaffle.

Islinn saw Harry streak toward it but then the Slytherin Seeker had seen it too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch 0 all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch. Islinn saw Harry was faster than Higgs and he put an extra bit of speed –

WHAM! The Gryffindors gave a roar of rage and Islinn glared at Flint though nobody saw. Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom had spun off course.

"Foul!" the Gryffindors screamed.

Islinn saw Madam Hooch speak angrily to Flint and ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. Unfortunately, in the confusion, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight.

"Send him off ref! Red card!" Dean Thomas was yelling. Islinn smiled a little at Dean's outburst… he was using soccer references.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" said Ron.

"Red card!" said Dean furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"

"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.

Hagrid's, however, seemed to be on Dean's side. "They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air."

Lee Jordan was having trouble not to take sides. "So – after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you-"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor, still in possession."

Islinn watched Harry as he flew, which is why she noticed the way his broom gave a violent lurch. Islinn frowned at this. That was strange. He seemed to have lost control over the broom. It then started making zigzagging through the air making random movements as it tried to unseat him. Islinn's frown deepened. This wasn't normal… it seemed almost like… Dark magic? She turned her binoculars down toward the stands looking for…

She saw Snape looking very concentrated and muttering. However, she refused to believe he was the one doing this so she was looking for someone… and she almost missed him because he wasn't in the stands but under them and she again felt the nauseous feeling that something was horribly wrong. Islinn vaguely heard Lee's commenting.

"Slytherin in possession – Flint with the Quaffle – passes Spinnet – passes Bell – hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose – only joking, Professor – Slytherin's score – oh no…"

Islinn barely heard this as she focused on Harry, muttering a counter curse… everything seemed to vanish and only her and Harry seemed to exist as she concentrated fully on the counter curse… she didn't notice Hagrid's words, or Hermione leaving, or Neville holding her hand and squeezing hard in his frightened state.

Suddenly, Harry was in control of his broom and was able to mount it properly again. She suddenly became aware of Hermione's absence and Neville's hand nearly cutting the circulation of her own hand as he cried on her shoulder.

"It is all right, Mister Longbottom, you may look now," Islinn soothed and put her other hand on his shoulder. They did not let of each others hands and Islinn felt a flutter of emotions that she couldn't identify but she didn't care because it was pleasant and Harry was all right again.

Islinn saw Harry speeding toward the ground and everyone saw him clap a hand to his mouth almost as if he were going to be sick – he hit the field on all fours – coughed – and something gold feel into his hand.

He shouted something as he raised a small, golden object and waved around – it was the Golden Snitch. The game ended in complete confusion.

Islinn and her companions made their way down the stands hearing Lee shout the final score – Gryffindor had won one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Neville said he was going to the common room and Islinn couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Once in Hagrid's hut (where he was making strong tea), Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Islinn discussed what happened.

"It was Snape," Ron was explaining. "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

Islinn remained quiet. She wanted to say Snape wasn't the only one she had seen, but she wasn't exactly sure if it really was Snape. She didn't want to believe it – she didn't believe it, but if she said something they probably wouldn't believe her.

"Rubbish," Hagrid said, "Why would Snape do something like that?"

"Perhaps he was muttering the counter curse," Islinn decided to say. Her three companions looked at her and shook their heads as if she was some naïve girl. Islinn sighed quietly. Hagrid however, sent her a grateful glance. Then, Harry spoke.

"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "He tried to get past the three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

Hagrid dropped the teapot.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said and Islinn's mouth quirked.

"Fluffy?"

"Yeah – he's mine – bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year 0 I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"

"Yes?" Harry said eagerly.

"Now don't ask me anymore,' said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."

"But Snape's trying to steal it."

"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort.'

"So why did he just try to kill Harry?" cried Hermione. The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape. "I know a jinx when I see on, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouln' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me – yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel-"

"Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone named Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"

Hagrid looked furious with himself.

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