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FIC: The Forgotten ~ 12 ~ R ~ Tom/Harry
Title: The Forgotten
Author: batsutousai
Beta: I don't feel like arguing with magickmaker17, so it's unbetaed.
Pairings: OC/OC, Tom/Doo(Harry), Luna/Demmy(Neville)
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: My roommate talks in her sleep. *giggles insanely*

Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
:Parseltongue:

A/N: And, yeah. Sorry this took so long. Doo didn't want to cooperate.

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Chapter Twelve
A New Bond

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"I want to be able to know what you're thinking again."

Doo blinked up at the Dark Lord from where he sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by maps and books open to pages that told of the daemons. "I'm sorry." He turned back to the book he'd been reading.

"Come on, Doo."

Doo glanced up at the Dark Lord again. "Why? Isn't just asking me like any other person enough for you?"

"No."

Doo rolled his eyes. "Fine. You find a spell that will do what you want and I'll consider it."

Tom's eyes lit up and he slipped from the room with a grin, leaving Doo to return to his reading in peace.

-~/\~-

"Here," Tom said, setting an open book down in front of Doo with a big grin that night in the Great Hall.

Doo frowned as Tom took his seat next to him. "What's this?"

"I found a spell," Tom replied, serving himself some roast beef.

"For what?"

The Dark Lord turned to Doo with a faintly annoyed look. "So I can hear what you're thinking."

Doo let out a heavy sigh. "I didn't expect you to find anything..."

"You mean you didn't want me to find anything!"

"No, I didn't, now that you mention it," Doo replied tightly.

"Fight in your ovn room, not at the table," Syna leaned over to hiss.

"We're not-" Tom started.

"Yes you are. Nov shut up." Syna turned back to her own plate.

"Ah-ha," Doo offered, closing the book Tom had brought and putting it gently to one side.

"We'll talk later," Tom assured the white-haired wizard.

"If you say so," came the idle reply.

The Dark Lord growled into his meal.

-~/\~-

"Why don't you want me in your mind? Have secrets?" Tom asked in a cold voice. He and Doo were seated before the fireplace with cups of tea after agreeing that they needed to sit down and talk.

"I don't know about you, but I enjoy keeping some of my thoughts to myself," Doo replied evenly, eyes gazing into the dancing flames.

"So keep them to yourself!"

Doo glanced over at the scowling Dark Lord curiously. "Why are you so insistent, Tom?"

"I already told you. I miss being able to hear your thoughts."

"Yes, okay." Doo nodded in understanding. "But why?"

Tom glanced away and shrugged, obviously uncomfortable.

Doo sighed. "Tom, I already know you're a general jackarse and that you have feelings, just like any other human. Now will you please tell me why you feel the need to know what I'm thinking?"

Tom turned back to Doo, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I'm a jackarse, am I?"

"Most certainly," Doo agreed, rolling his eyes.

Tom shook his head, laughter dancing in his eyes. "Brat."

Doo smiled faintly, even as his voice fell to a sort of neutral tone. "Come on, Tom."

Tom's amusement faded rather suddenly. "I'm worried about you, that's all. You have this ability to go off into this other plane and I can't follow you. It scares me." He glanced away.

Doo set his cup down and leaned forward, brushing a hand against the Dark Lord's cheek. "Tom, look at me. Please?"

"At least you haven't laughed at me yet," Tom murmured, glancing up at the impossibly green eyes.

Doo smiled faintly. "I'm not going to laugh at you," he promised before leaning forward and kissing the older man.

Tom's eyes slid closed and he kissed back, gently allowing one hand to clench tightly in the other's pale-white hair, which was free from it's usual ponytail. As they pulled apart, Tom whispered, "Please, Doo."

Doo stared into the worried scarlet eyes before nodding slowly. "What does this spell involve?"

Tom pulled out the book from earlier and easily opened it to the correct page. He passed it over to Doo after a moment's hesitation. "It's the only one that I found that would do what I wanted," he explained.

Doo read over the spell with a sigh. He should have known that such a spell would need joining between two bodies. They had already shared blood - the war had seen to that - so that wouldn't work, and another Killing Curse was not on Doo's list of ways to rejoin their minds. Semen was the only thing left. "And that our past experiences wouldn't interfere with," Doo added, closing the book and glancing over at the Dark Lord seriously. "If we're going to do this, I want a promise from you."

Tom swallowed hard. "Yes?"

"I have things I want to keep to myself - you were quite right about that - I want you to promise to let my memories be unless I let you see them."

Tom nodded. "As long as you will share that allowance with myself."

A playful smile danced across Doo's face. "I don't want to know most of your thoughts, anyway. They're likely to give me more nightmares than I have already."

Tom smirked. "How about I share some with you anyway," he offered coolly as he stood.

Doo stood as well, smiling. "Depends what they are, Mr Marvolo."

"Well, there was this amazing dream I had just last night," he whispered, tugging Doo up and against him, "of you, lying naked on the ground and begging me to take you," Tom finished huskily, before leaning down and smashing their lips together.

Doo groaned into the elder wizard's mouth as his tongue lost the duel against the other's and long, sensual fingers danced over his back and sides on the wrong side of Doo's robe - as far as both men were concerned.

They pulled apart after a long moment and just stared at one another for a few brief seconds. As if they'd heard a signal, both pulled off their robes and threw them into a pile on the ground in front of the fire. Shortly after, Doo's back rested against the robes while Tom straddled his waist with a hungry smirk.

"What?" Doo asked, feeling breathless. 'Gods, but Tom is gorgeous.'

Tom slid the tips of his fingers down Doo's chest and abdomen, ignoring the necklace with Merlin's crest that Doo still wore. "You, Dooley Tarrant, are absolutely perfect," he informed his soon-to-be lover.

Doo felt his cheeks heat up. Even with his old memories back, his scars still bothered him, perhaps even more so. "Not," he mumbled.

Tom leaned down and kissed the other sharply. "You are. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on." His lips moved over to brush against Doo's ear. :And you are all mine,: he whispered before taking Doo's earlobe between his lips and sucking on it.

Doo moaned and his hands came up. One tangled in Tom's hair while the other slid between them to cautiously fondle the other's cock and balls.

Tom let out a hiss and grabbed Doo's errant hand. "No," he ordered.

Doo growled, but didn't move his hand back to Tom's nether regions when it was freed. Instead, he pulled Tom back down for a kiss and demanded command. Tom allowed Doo control of the kiss, smiling faintly. 'How did I know that two dominates would be a problem?'

When Doo broke the kiss, Tom placed two fingers at his lips with a cocked eyebrow. Without a word, Doo allowed the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, not breaking eye contact with the man on top of him.

Tom pulled his fingers from Doo's mouth with a hiss when it became too much to bear - Doo certainly wasn't lacking when it came to knowledge of sexual torture methods, and Tom told him so.

Doo smirked. "You going to do something with those fingers, snake face?" he shot back.

Tom remembered, rather abruptly, why he'd never liked Harry Potter and, without warning, pressed one of his fingers into Doo's entrance. :Snake face, huh?: he hissed as Doo gasped in surprise.

:Snake tongue, then,: Doo replied through gritted teeth. :Fucker.:

"Mmhm..." Tom agreed, gently twisting his finger inside of Doo and picking out a patch of unscarred skin on the other's neck to mark with his teeth.

Doo let out a moan and cocked his head back so Tom had a better angle. He moaned again when Tom's second finger entered him, stretching him with a gentleness that Doo had, decades before, never thought him capable of.

Tom's fingers leaving him broke Doo's train of thought and he returned his attention to the present, where Tom was positioning himself before Doo's quite willing hole. He glanced up at Doo, silently asking permission, and Doo smiled. With a deep breath, Tom pressed forward. Doo's last coherent thought before he surrendered to the feelings of being filled so completely was, 'I'm glad I'm not the only nervous one.'

Both men moaned as Tom stopped moving forward, not being able to go any further. It felt like they'd finally come home.

Tom didn't need to ask if Doo was good - Doo shifted and poked his side first. With a faint smile, Tom slipped back slowly till just his head remained within Doo before speeding back in. Doo gasped, pain and pleasure dancing through him sensually. Somehow knowing that Doo didn't want him to stop, Tom slowly built up a rhythm of thrusts.

As the two felt their climaxes coming, they started speaking the spell they needed for the bond to be completed, "Permissum nos duos fio unus per is vinculum inter mens quod animus." As they finished speaking, both let out cries as they came and the world around them flared with whiteness.

The bond had been made.

-~/\~-

'This is an interesting new development,' Albus commented, his voice filled with laughter.

'You!'

Doo rolled his eyes and grabbed Tom about the waist as he made to lunge at the dead man. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle, you will calm down.'

Tom scowled, but stopped trying to go for Albus. Instead, he settled on glaring at the ancient wizard.

'Albus, why is it that Tom came?' Doo inquired.

Albus cocked his head to one side, a sly smile touching his lips. 'My dear child, what did you two do before you came here?'

Doo blushed a bright red. 'Oh. Yeah...'

'Humph. This is a much better consequence to the spell than I expected,' Tom murmured, eyes bright with laughter as he tugged gently on a lock of Doo's hair. 'Now I can keep my eyes on you.'

Doo retaliated by elbowing his lover in the gut. 'Piss off.'

Albus laughed. 'Some things never really change, do they?'

Doo smacked his forehead when Tom turned back to glare at Albus. 'Tom, you are so immature sometimes,' he informed the Dark Lord before shooting Albus a worried look. 'What's up, Albus?'

Albus' smiling eyes turned serious sharply. 'We found two more. They work together at Culross Primary School, though they're nothing more than acquaintances.'

'Which two?' Doo asked, frowning. 'And what do they teach?'

'Dean Thomas, who teaches Art, and Minerva McGonagall, who teaches Latin.'

'But-!' Doo shook his head sharply. 'I thought Severus killed Professor McGonagall!'

'Hardly,' Tom offered with a snort. 'He had a crush on her in his years at Hogwarts and didn't want to kill her, so he just gave her a nasty blow with a Stunner.'

Doo shook his head. 'I don't want to know how you found all this out, do I?'

'Probably not,' Tom agreed cheerfully.

Doo and Albus traded amused looks. 'I'll do what I can, Albus.'

'And I'll keep him from getting killed,' Tom added with a smirk.

'Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tom.'

Albus' laughter followed them back to their separate dreams in the world of the living.

-~/\~-

Doo woke slowly, feeling well-rested for what felt like the first time in ages. With a smile, he realized that it probably had something to do with the man who had wrapped his arms around him protectively. And Doo had to admit - even if it was only to himself - that he did, indeed, feel safe in the embrace of his old nemesis. 'How strange.'

'What is?' Tom asked tiredly.

Doo smiled as the Dark Lord's eyes fluttered open. "Nothing." He leaned up a placed a gentle kiss on the other's lips. "Can I get up and use the loo?"

Tom let Doo go and watched as he slipped into the bathroom with a strange smile. 'I could get used to waking up with kisses,' he sent to the white-haired man.

Doo's laughter rang through both the room and their minds. 'I'll see what I can do.' The toilet flushed and Doo stepped back out into the room, eyes serious as he leaned against the door frame. "Getting Dean and Professor McGonagall will have to wait until tomorrow, since today is Sunday and I don't fancy trying to hunt them down away from their job."

"Agreed." Tom stood and stretched. "So what are we going to do. Not more research, I hope."

Doo's serious look didn't falter. "Tom, if you want out of research, I'll need the help of Hertha, which means that she'll have to know what happened."

Tom blanched, then sighed. "You want me to give Hertha and Demmy back their memories."

"It would be nice," Doo agreed.

Tom glanced up at the ceiling and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Fine. We'll drop by your store and you lot can research there. I need to get information out of Goyle and corner Lucius."

Doo's eyes widened. "I thought you were going to let Lucius continue his evil ways."

"No, I'm going to warn him that I'm on to him, then see what he does," Tom corrected.

"I really don't like that idea," Doo offered honestly. "But I know you can take care of yourself."

Tom stepped forward and slipped his arms around Doo's waist, pulling the younger wizard against him. "I can handle Lucius, Doo. I promise that, if something happens and I find myself in danger, I'll leave. Okay?"

Doo rested his head against Tom's chest, closing his eyes sadly. "K."

Tom sighed and tightened his arms around Doo, resting his chin on the other's head. 'I love you.'

When Doo replied, his mind voice was choked with fear. 'I love you too, Tom.'

Tom closed his eyes and just held Doo, not knowing what else he could do.

-~/\~-

Doo opened the door of his shop - he'd left it closed for the day - and smiled at Hertha. "Come on in."

Hertha smiled back, falling into step next to Doo as he led the way to the door to his flat. "So, what exactly do you need from me that needs me to leave Renny with a friend, hm?"

Doo's face fell. "Tom agreed to give you back your memories. I didn't think you'd want Renny here for that."

Hertha froze mid-step. "I... How come?"

Doo glanced back at the woman sadly. "We're at war, sort of, and we need all the help we can get. You were our researcher during the war and I desperately need your help."

Hertha frowned at this man whom she had known once before, and knew again. It was strange to think that this one man was the reason that she would remember the past she'd been forced to forget. It was stranger still to remember the way he'd begged her not to do this very thing - to remember the horrors she'd once faced with him. A thought crept into her mind; 'How many times has this man changed my life as drastically as he's doing right now?' She sighed. "Well, I did want this..." she decided quietly.

Doo's eyes remained sad. "Come on," he murmured, then started up the stairs.

Hertha felt horrible. Obviously, Doo didn't want her to remember the war - it was in his nature to be protective of others - but consequences had ripped the decision from his grasp and he hated it. She followed him up the stairs quietly.

As they stepped out into Doo's flat, there was a shout of joy, then Hertha found herself almost being bowled over by a woman with long blonde hair and huge blue eyes which had filled with tears of joy. "Hermione!"

"Ms Longbottom, I hardly think that Ms Riddock knows who you are," Tom offered dryly from where he stood next to the couch Demmy sat on.

"Tom, stop it," Doo sighed, rolling his eyes. "Hertha, this is Luna Longbottom - known more commonly as Rox Gardner. This over here is her husband, Demetrius Gardner. Demmy, Luna, this is Hertha Riddock."

Hertha was giving Luna a strange look. "What did you call me?" she asked the woman.

"Hermione?" Luna replied uncertainly.

Hertha gave Tom a sharp look. "So I'm the reason you cursed us."

"Yeah. So?" Tom replied, scowling.

"Hertha, you're also the reason we're alive," Doo pointed out gently as he rested a hand on Tom's arm. 'What's wrong?'

'I don't like people snapping at me,' Tom replied tightly.

Doo sighed, he doubted that was the real reason his lover was being so sharp, but he let it go. "Hertha, Tom agreed to remove the block from both you and Demmy. Luna never forgot to begin with, so she's going to keep Demmy from freaking out while I do the same for you." His smile was bitter.

"You really think we'll freak out?" Demmy asked softly.

Luna and Doo traded looks. "Positive," Luna answered quietly.

"No time like the present," Tom chirped with false cheer. "Ms Riddock, if you could sit in this other couch over here?" He waited until Hertha had sat on the free couch with Doo and Luna had returned to Demmy's side, then drew his wand. "Who's first?"

"You're not doing it simultaneously?" Luna demanded hotly.

"Not across the room," Doo slipped in gently. "Luna, not even Albus or I could have pulled such a feat off. I would help him, but Tonks isn't here to help."

"Where is Tonks?" Hertha inquired.

"Helping Syna at the school," Demmy offered. "Something about rooting out more trouble-makers."

"The rebellion." Hertha nodded in understanding. Even without her memories, she was quick to pick things up.

"As long as she's out of my hair," Doo joked. Demmy, Luna, and Hertha smiled knowingly.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Are we flipping a Knut?"

"A what?" Demmy and Hertha chorused.

"A coin," Doo clarified.

"We...could..." Luna murmured.

"No, I'll go first," Hertha volunteered, steeling herself for a load of mental pain.

Tom turned his wand on the woman. "Confringo!"

Hertha drew in a sharp breath, then slammed her eyes shut and clutched at her head, as if she were in pain. Doo slipped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly. He remembered what it had been like to suddenly get all his memories back.

Tom turned to Demmy once he was sure Doo could handle Hertha. "Ready?"

Demmy straightened his back and bravely met the Dark Lord's eyes. "No, but, then again, I doubt I ever will be."

Tom nodded and pointed his wand at the ex-Gryffindor. "Confringo!"

Demmy let out a strangled sound as his memories came rushing back and he followed Hertha's example of clutching at his head. Luna pulled his head to her chest and rocked him gently.

Tom swayed on his feet, feeling slightly dizzy. 'Maybe I shouldn't have broken them both one right after another...' he thought tiredly, letting himself fall into an empty chair. He glanced up when he felt eyes on him and offered Doo a tired smile. 'I'll be fine.'

Doo was about to shoot back a sharp reply when Hertha finally burst into tears next to him. "Hertha, shush..." he whispered starting to rock her gently. "It's all over now."

Intelligent brown eyes looked up at him. "It's not," she whispered. "The war continues even in this new government, Dooley."

Doo shuddered. "Yes," he agreed softly, brushing her bushy hair out of her face. "But we won't lose this time."

Hertha's gaze sharpened. "No. We won't." Then she looked over Doo's shoulder, eyes widening. "Tom?!"

Doo swung around and stood sharply when he saw that Tom had managed to not only faint in the chair, but slide from it into a pile of limbs on the ground. "Tom Marvolo, you utter fool," he groaned, kneeling next to his lover and poking his cheek. 'Tom, love, you need to wake up,' he tried.

Tom's eyelids fluttered in response, but he didn't waken.

"What's wrong with the arse?" Luna asked, voice touched with spite.

"He overworked himself," Doo replied, ignoring Luna's tone.

Hertha knelt next to Doo. "Want help putting him to bed?"

A relieved smile dashed across Doo's face. "Yes, actually."

Together, Doo and Hertha hoisted Tom between them and slowly dragged him into Doo's room. Luna brushed past them when they were about half way between the bed and the door and pulled the sheets back. Doo smiled thankfully at her and Luna scowled.

Luna and Hertha slipped back out into the main room while Doo took off Tom's shoes and socks and tucked him in. Just as he was turning to leave, Tom's hand shot out and clutched at Doo's arm. Doo turned back and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling down at his exhausted lover. "You need to sleep, Tom."

Tom sighed. "Lucius-"

"Deal with him later," Doo replied, shaking his head firmly. "You're in no shape to argue with him right now."

Tom closed his eyes in defeat. "Their wands are in my pocket," he whispered.

Doo slipped a hand under the covers and pulled the three wands out, then dropped a gentle kiss on Tom's lips. "Sleep, love."

"I'm trying to," Tom grumbled.

Doo smiled and left him to sleep, leaving the door open only a crack. He turned to his friends with a faintly concerned smile. "Everyone okay?"

"Yes." Demmy smiled back.

"You said something about research?" Hertha inquired, also smiling.

Doo nodded and walked over to them. "Yeah, we need to research daemons. Tom and I brought a bunch of books over here earlier and put them on the bookcases behind you."

"What exactly do we need to find out about them?" Hertha inquired, quickly slipping into her old position of head researcher.

"Anything and everything. We're mostly looking for ways to defeat them, but our knowledge about them is so little as it is that anything might help." Doo rubbed at the bridge of his nose wearily, then held out their wands. "Here. Tom must have picked them up yesterday."

Luna, Hertha, and Demmy all took their wands, then glanced up at him curiously. Doo easily read the question in their eyes. "He saved all the wands he could. I don't know why, I never asked him."

"Do you have yours?" Luna inquired.

Doo pulled his wand out of his back pocket. "He gave it to me after he unblocked my memories."

Hertha's lips curled into a smirk. "Planning on loosing a buttock?"

The four old friends laughed over Mad-Eye Moody's crazy warning.

"Shall we?" Luna asked once they'd all calmed down again.

"Let's," Hertha agreed seriously.

Falling into silence, the four stood and grabbed some books, then got to work around the dinning table, where Doo had placed a pile of notebooks and pens earlier.

-~/\~-

When Tom woke a good four hours later, he found the group still hard at work. Glasses of water sat next to each of them - each obviously spelled to remain full - and an empty tray lay buried under a couple books in the middle of the table. Quietly, Tom unburied the tray and took it back into the kitchen, where he then set it next to the empty sink.

Doo glanced over as Tom pulled up a chair next to him. 'You look better.'

'I suppose I feel better, too,' Tom allowed, then covered a yawn. 'Found anything yet?'

'Nothing that I didn't already know from hanging out with Luna so much or from the research I was doing yesterday,' Doo admitted, sounding a little angry with himself.

Tom let out a snort and stood. "Everyone up. We're going to take a break."

"Who are you to order us around?" Luna snapped, looking agitated.

Doo stood silently as Tom smirked. "I, Ms Gardner, am the Dark Lord. I'm telling you that all of you look like you need a break from this. Up."

Doo hid a smile as his friends got to their feet, groaning. "It's a nice day out, how about we all go for a walk?"

Hertha glanced at the clock, then winced. "I should check up on Renny, anyway."

Doo chuckled. "See, Hertha. This is why we didn't want you to have any children - you're likely to forget all about them while you're caught up in some book or another."

Everyone shared a laugh over that one, even Tom. "Well, I'm not totally hopeless, am I?" Hertha asked, smiling. "I remembered about him, didn't I?"

"When did you have a son, Hertha?" Demmy asked as the five magical persons headed for the stairs down to the shop, Doo and Tom bringing up the rear while Hertha led.

"Brian and I realized I was pregnant about a month before the Final Battle. We were going to make the announcement after the war was over." Hertha's face fell briefly. "Plans kind of fell through, I guess."

"Who were you going to name godparents?" Luna asked, trying to brighten the mood.

"Harry and Ginny." Hertha's face split into a large smile. "Lavender never would have forgiven me, had she still been alive."

"I'm sorry," Tom's whispered words filled the silence of the shop just before Hertha opened the door. Startled, Hertha, Demmy, and Luna turned to stare at the Dark Lord. Tom's head was bowed and he had closed his eyes. Doo looked worried next to him.

"Tom," Hertha called sternly, folding her arms across her chest. She waited until the upset wizard was looking at her before continuing. "It was war. If our positions had been switched, we probably would have destroyed everything you loved as well."

"Silentenim leges inter arma," Demmy murmured.

"Laws are silent in times of war," Luna, Hertha, and Doo replied solemnly.

Tom blinked. "What-?"

"It was our motto, sort of," Demmy explained softly. "When one of our friends died, that was what we would say to one another. When one of us would kill a Death Eater, that was what we'd say to one another."

"It was our way to keep from falling apart," Doo corrected firmly, then glanced over at Tom. "Albus came up with it after you destroyed the Ministry building. I think he meant it mostly to help the younger students, who were terrified, but it ended up evolving into a phrase that meant 'I'm sorry for your loss, but we're all facing losses here and we must continue to be strong or we'll be lost too'."

"The Light was nothing if not supportive of their own," Tom murmured.

"That's one way to look at it," Demmy agreed.

Doo nodded. "Shall we?" He nodded towards the door handle, where Hertha's hand still rested.

Hertha stared quietly at Tom for a long moment. It wasn't until he started to shift slightly that she turned away and pushed open the door. "Come on. He's down at Betty Lawrence's house," she said, stepping outside.

Doo's lips twisted with a smile as everyone piled out. "Watch out for water ballons," he offered, locking up his shop.

Hertha laughed while the others looked between the two old friends oddly. "Josh, Betty's son, likes making water ballons and throwing them at visitors," Hertha explained once she'd regained control of herself.

Tom let out a snort of amusement while Luna and Demmy smiled. "Children," the Dark Lord offered with mock annoyance. Everyone laughed at that.

-~/\~-

-~\/~-

A/N: Next chapter brings in Minerva and Dean. Wheee.

LATIN:
Permissum nos duos fio unus per is vinculum inter mens quod animus - Let us two become one through this bond between mind and soul

*looks longingly at her bed* Bu-bye, minna.
~Bats
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