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Harry Potter and the Maneosioan War

meg2089kul

A/N: I'm sooo sorry that I took such a while to update, but I've been real busy and sometimes you simply don't feel as inspired to write as usual, so sorry about that.

Chapter 19

Preparations

"Me? Me what?" said Harry, looking dumbfounded.

"You're the one that's supposed to do the charm, Harry," said Tonks, simply.

"W-what? I - I can't - "

"Indeed you can," spoke Narcissa.

"Your mother was very skilled at charm work, Harry, this should be very simple for you," said Lupin.

"But I can't - "

"Listen, Potter. You are the only one here linked to all of the houses. You have nearly all of their trust. A person such as you is required to work the charm."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"What I mean is that the Hufflepuffs know that you were noble enough to bring back Cedric's body. They know what you did for him. The Ravenclaws - didn't you date a girl from there?" said Moody.

"Yeah, but it wasn't exactly a good impression that I left with her," said Harry truthfully.

"Hermione's taken care of that all ready," said Lupin.

"Smart girl," said Moody.

"What - wait a minute? She was in on this? Who else was in on this?"

"No one was `in' on anything, Potter," growled Mad-Eye.

"What about Matt, was he all part of the `plan.'" He was beginning to get quite annoyed.

"There is no plan unless we handle this here and now, Harry."

"Fine. And the Slythrins? I'm not exactly their number one man either."

"Yes, but you have quite a history for them to look into. You can speak Parseltongue and you are not afraid of You-know-Who, which definitely gives them something to ponder - "

"I killed Slytherin's basilisk, destroyed his chamber, stopped Voldemort a countless number of times, and they're just supposed to praise me, are they?"

"Well...yeah.." said Moody.

"I don't understand this."

"And this is not something that you would, Harry," said Narcissa.

"So, let's say that I perform this...Hogwarts Charm, is it? Then what?"

"Then we follow your plan, Harry," said Tonks. "With a couple of minor adjustments at that."

"What kind of adjustments?"

"Well, you honestly don't expect to do this all on your own, do you, boy? We've got acromantulas, centaurs, amongst other things helping us, and you just want to do this all by yourself, do you?"

"N-No."

"That's what I thought."

"So we have Fleur already. She's only one-fourth veela, but it should be strong enough. If not, we may ask her to get us some hairs from her sister."

"Right. And then we can use Buckbeak - "

"Woah, woah, woah," Harry interrupted. "We're not going to...kill him are we?"

"Oh, of course not. We just need to sand some of his beak, that's all."

"Then I believe Dumbledore still has that sword. There's still some basilisk blood from there. I believe he has preserved it. You'll be needing it, boy, trust me."

"And Charlie said he had a handle on the dragon scales as well. So that should all be settled."

"Isn't Buckbeak a hippogriff?" asked Harry.

"It's a descendant of the griffin. Close enough."

"Why can't we just use powdered griffin claw?"

"Oh, boy, surely you can't be that daft? Surely you've noticed that all these things have some sort of connection with you."

"Huh?"

"You saved Fleur's sister from the lake; she is practically in your debt. You battled the dragon as one of the tasks and managed the Accio charm. You defeated the Basilisk and you saved Buckbeak's life. This kind of means something, if you know what I mean."

"Oh."

"So you think you can manage this, Potter?"

"Er...well, I dunno, this is kind of sudden. I mean, you did set me up for this, so what am I supposed to say, `no thank you?'"

"Well?..."

"Of course I'll do it!"

"All right, all you have to do is use that cauldron that Sirius gave you. Put on the cloak and wear the silencing charm around your neck. That should be enough."

"Beg pardon?"

"The gifts, Potter, just used the damned gifts! Think boy. I know it's not your area, but it wouldn't hurt to try it sometime, eh?"

"Right...sorry..."Harry mumbled.

"Well, this is all very nice,' said Mrs. Weasley, who Harry had just noticed was in the room.

"Mrs. Weasley!'

"Hello, Harry, dear, it's wonderful to see you again. How is everything?"

"Oh, it's - just - fine, I guess."

"That's wonderful. Now, if you would, Moody, I think that they boy has had enough."

"Yes, yes, Molly, I've got it. I think I can handle the Order on my own - "

"You are not handling the Order," she said rather stiffly. "You are handling a child - quiet, Harry - and as you do so, you must remember that he is not part of the Order either - "

"He's as good as - "

"Don't - be - ridiculous - "

"He's not being ridiculous!" objected Harry.

"I thought I had already reminded you, Harry, that this is not for you to decide."

"I already know about the prophecy!" Harry exclaimed, his temper rising.

For a moment, no one seemed to say anything and all stared at Harry.

Finally, Mrs. Weasley slowly opened her mouth once more and said, "Maybe so, and maybe that has been Dumbledore's decision, but there is far more to everything, Harry. There are too many things....revolving around this that you should not - "

"He has every right - "

"He does not."

"I give him that right."

Everyone turned around. Mrs. Weasley's head jumped to Lupin.

"You do, Remus? And since when are you so promotive in admitting Harry in the Order's activities?"

"Since I became his godfather by law."

"W-What?" said Harry, struck by the thought.

"I'm now Harry's godfather, and you very well know it. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before Harry, but I honestly didn't think that this was the best information for e to reveal. Lily made it so that I would become your official godfather if anything was to happen to Sirius. And so being, I believe that it is important that Harry be treated as a member of the Order, Molly, due to the fact that he deserves it. He does, and you know it. We can't keep everything from him anymore. He is sixteen years old, not a child."

"You're echoing Sirius - "

"So what?"

"So you very well know the consequences to that."

"I know my place, Molly, and I know Harry's place. I think that it is time that you learn yours."

"My place is right here, by Harry."

"As is mine."

"Fine. Fine - but if anything leaks out - "

"It will, Molly. You know it will."

Mrs. Weasley looked so furious that Harry wasn't sure if she was on the verge of tears or an outburst. Instead, she turned her heel and walked out of the room, closing the door to the headquarters.

"That went well," said Lupin and didn't seem to want to meet Harry's eye exactly.

"Harry, I think that this is just about as far as we will get today," said Mr. Thompson. "Why don't you head back to Gryffindor tower. Who would like to walk Harry back?"

"I'll do it," said Lupin.

"I - er - "

"I'll handle it, Edward."

Lupin beckoned Harry with him as he took one last wave at the others and left through the wooden door that locked them off from the outside.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Is it really something that you would have favored - ?"

"You know it is. At least I still have a godfather at that, I just didn't know that it was possible. I really would have liked to have known."

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I was aiming for something that was best - "

"I know."

They walked silently, not saying a word for a while until Harry once more brought up a subject, "Do you believe I can do it?"

"I believe you can do anything that you set your mind to, Harry. However, if you were specific, perhaps I could be a tad bit more encouraging."

Harry smiled and said, "The Hogwarts Charm."

Lupin looked thoughtful for a minute and his eyebrows grew together as he did so. "Well, is this something that you want to do for the school, Harry? Do you think they deserve it after all that they've put you through? I know I'm not helping, Harry, but think about it for a moment."

Harry did as he was told and finally said, "Yeah."

"Why so?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno. They just do. You know, somehow I can't help but picture most of them just as lost as I am."

"You have no idea how wise that is, Harry, because it is very true."

Both of them smiled at each other once more and, as they finally reached the Portrait Hole that led to the Gryffindor common room, Harry turned to see Lupin go and called out to him, "Remus!"

He stopped and turned to face Harry.

"Thanks," said Harry.

Lupin nodded and continued to walk further down the hall and away from Harry.

Harry said the password, but before he could finish, it swung open and reveled Ginny Weasley who was apparently exiting at the same time.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, rather anxiously. "I'm so glad to see you! Finally! We really need to talk," she said urgently, and, grabbing him by his sleeve, she led him over to a couple of chairs and they both sat down.

"What's up, Ginny?"

Ginny looked around nervously and lowered her voice. "It's about Who-Know-Who - Tom, whatever you want to call him - and - and your mum."

"My mum? Ginny, how could you possibly know anything about - ?"

"Shush for a sec, will you?" said Ginny impatiently.

She sighed exasperated and began, "Look, I had this dream...a nightmare, more so - "

"Save your breath, Ginny. So did I. Maybe it's some weird connection, okay, but I know what you're going to say because I saw the same thing."

"Oh, really?" said Ginny, folding her arms and sounding annoyed. "And what might that be, eh?"

"Let me guess, you were in the Chamber of Secrets, my mum was there, she turned into Riddle, then Voldemort - "

"Wait, what?" said Ginny, her face screwed up in confusion. "What are you talking about, Harry, that's not what I saw."

"All right then, what was it?"

Ginny took another breath and said, "In - in the dream, I was in this house. It was very warm. I...even felt it. All around me. But it was deserted. I looked around and there was a fire burning. You know, by the fireplace. I walked to it. It got warmer. Then...I saw something in the fire...something strange...a figure...but not of a person...something else. It was like...it called to me...very weird...suddenly, I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder. I didn't jump, but turned my head slowly, my eyes on the hand that was still grasping my shoulder slowly traveling up to see the face. It was shadowed, but I saw the outline. It was that of a woman. I saw her smile at me. Suddenly she reached for something out of thin air and she gave me a picture frame. It was of a man and a woman together. Someone's parents, but..not my own. I guessed that they were the Potters. I looked up at her and realized that she must be your mother, but I still didn't see her face. She got up and let go of my shoulder. I stood up as well to watch her go. She turned one last time and I saw what looked like the outline of a lion. A symbol...glowing all around her. She smiled, but then it vanished and I felt...horrible....cold....she frowned. Her eyes turned an awful color. Demonic, almost. I now saw that her hair was white...very white...and cold...her face remained shadowed.

She walked out of the door and suddenly there was an earthquake. I was in a different house. This house, however, was anything but warm. It was freezing and merciless. Bitter, even. I felt so awful that I don't even remember feeling so terrible ever in my life. I turned around and saw that there was a fireplace. It was pitch black and there was no fire. The ceiling was also black and endless. It got colder. I turned and there was the woman. But she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the figure ahead of her. It was Tom. His face was crueler than ever. He had his wand. I cried for help; all I wanted to do was to get out of there. It got colder and he kept raising his wand higher and higher until it was pointed directly at my chest. The woman began to laugh. I recognized it, but I just...could put my finger on where I've heard it before. Tom smirked and told me something....he said...he said - I can't remember for sure - but it was something along the lines of `An heir such as yourself must not witness the resurrection. You will not live and neither will anyone else who belongs to it. The Spell will fail. You shall not win....you...you...are...of no use to me anymore. Thought you do not deserve to die. It is your foolishness to fight that has brought your end.' After that, he suddenly barked at me to turn around. I hesitated, but as he thrust his wand threateningly, I obeyed.

I turned and looked into a mirror. What I saw there made chills go up and down my spine - yes, even in the dream - it was a man. A towering man twice my size. But he had my hair. My flaming red hair. He looked at me and I at him and he smiled. And he told me that I had nothing to worry about. Somehow...I couldn't help but trust him. Tom was yelling about something behind me. He was very angry, but he still had not attempted to hurt me. Then, the man in the mirror instructed me to turn around very slowly. I did as he said. When I turned, I was back in the warm house. Riddle was gone and so was the woman. Instead, who came at me were your parents...Neville's parents...and just so many others. There was Narcissa...yes...yes, it was Narcissa. And another woman with a man...Hermione's parents...Dumbledore...and suddenly all disappeared. Their faces were gone and I looked back to see the towering man behind me. He was not there. However, I saw a figure now sitting alone by the fireplace. I came up to her and tapped her on the back. She didn't budge. I looked at the side of her face and saw it still and solemn, gazing hopefully at the fire. She didn't stir as the fire kept cackling. This time, I knew that it was Lily Potter for sure. Suddenly, she turned her head at me and she spoke: `Tell them for me...to stand together. Victory lies with Slytherin...Stand together...Remember that, child...'And, and she stretched out her hand..and...and gave me this - "

Ginny stopped talking and looked at Harry with a hopeful search of comprehension as she revealed the silver locker from her pocket.

"How did you - how did you get that?" was all that Harry could find to say.

"I don't know," Ginny said softly and shook her head.

"This - this is not possible..."

"Well, it's real," she said. "And there's more." Ginny pulled out a parchment from her robes. "This was in the locket when I opened it."

She revealed the paper to Harry and it had a strange symbol on it.

"What - what can this mean?"

"That's what I was wondering. But then I thought that maybe we should ask Hermione. Why is it that this is really happening Harry? Why do I see these things when I should have nothing more to do with Riddle?"

"Well...I don't really know, but do you really think Hermione has the answer to everything?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Then why don't you just ask her yourself?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you about it first, you dolt!"

"Oh. Right."

"Here she comes!" Ginny announced excitedly as Hermione entered the common room through the portrait hole.

Ginny beckoned Hermione over to them enthusiastically and Harry watched as she approached the two of them, clutching several heavy books in her arms and dropping them down hard on the table.

"Watch it there!" Ginny told her, slightly jumping in her seat.

"Oh, I don't think I even care any more. What's the point of studying when all I can think about is this stupid war?"

"What's the point of studying? Hermione?" said Harry, bemused.

"What?"

"Nothing," said Ginny briskly. "Not the point. Herms, listen. This is about the dream that I had, and I really need your help. There was this...thing that I had trouble figuring it out. Well, more like most of it, but that's why I need your help."

"Okay..." said Hermione puzzled, looking at Harry for some sign of assurance. "What's the deal?"

"The deal is that his mom was in it. And this - " she stretched out her hand and showed Hermione the parchment.

"Your - your mom?" said Hermione as she took it out of Ginny's hands and examined it slowly. "Why?"

"You ask her!" said Harry.

"It's like some weird connection, I tell you!" said Ginny in self-defense.

"Connection..." mumbled Hermione in a peculiar tone.

"What? What are you thinking?" she asked her.

Hermione looked up at them. "I'm thinking...about the Adjunction Spell."

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Because," she said, her face suddenly lighting up, "it just makes sense, doesn't it?"

"No...it doesn't..." said Ginny.

"Yes! Yes, it does. Just think about it. Harry, Tom is a part of you and you know it. That's why you have a connection with Voldemort. And Ginny - Tom possessed you as well, which means that he may have left behind some sort of bond. Which means that it links the three of you - "

"Don't. Don't say that, that's horrible," said Ginny, shivering.

"No," said Hermione grinning. "No, don't you see? It's wonderful!"

"Huh?" said Ginny and Harry at the same.

"Ginny, you may be a missing link! This - this symbol - " (she pointed to the parchment) " - is a symbol of the griffin. It is a symbol of unity. You just may tell us exactly what we need to know. Perhaps even what Harry might not be able to find out! And maybe not even through Tom...but through Lily."

"But...how?"

"I don't know yet," said Hermione anxiously, looking at the paper, "but I can't wait to find out. Tell me about the dream, Ginny!"

As Ginny told the dream again to Hermione, Harry watched as she seemed to give off signs of comprehension and deep though. Every now and then, she would ask Ginny to go back and retell something or explain something more thoroughly. Harry couldn't tell what she was getting at, but he hoped that it would at least lead to some sort of answer.

"And he just told you not to worry. But who was he? You can't remember?"

"Not at all," said Ginny, shaking her head. "I told you, all I know was that he was very tall and had my hair. That's all I can describe of him. I mean, I honestly could not tell anything else."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Hmm. But...why would Tom call you `an heir?' An heir of what?"

"I don't know. But whatever he meant...it scares me, Hermione. I don't want to be a victim anymore. Not of his. I can't. I don't think I could take it."

"Don't worry, Ginny, you won't have to be," she assured her, still deep in thought. "And what kind of spell was he talking about? Why would he say that it would fail?"

"I don't know. I already told you, it's very weird."

"Wait," Harry suddenly began. "I...I have to perform a spell for Hogwarts - I'll tell you about it later. I have to do it at the graveyard. Do you think that could be it?"

"Why would it not work?" asked Hermione.

"I don't know. Maybe the Slytherins won't agree to it..."

"They'll agree, Harry, as long as you believe that they will,"said Hermione.

"What in the world are you two going on about?" asked Ginny perplexed.

"Never you mind that, now," Hermione told her. She looked at the parchment once more.

"An heir...stand together...lies with...Slytherin...victory.."mumbled Hermione. She furrowed her brows and concentrated very hard, staring at the parchment. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she said, "I...I think I've got it!"

"Got what?" asked Harry.

"This!" said Hermione enthusiastically. "This, Harry! The symbol of the griffin! Just imagine. It's a riddle. The griffin is part eagle, part lion, and part serpent."

"So?"

"So, it's a clue! Lily put this in the locket on purpose."

"What are you saying?" asked Ginny.

"These stand for Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Heirs, Ginny. They're heirs. It means that we know who Slytherin's heir is: Voldemort. But Slytherin lies dead, which mean that victory lies with him. As long as he is not part of the spell, we will have victory. Urgh, but just what it means by spell of resurrection, I can't figure it out. Then, we know who Gryffindor's heir is - "

"No we don't," said Harry. "Who?"

"You, Ginny," said Hermione breathlessly. "The man standing in the mirror must have been Godric. Godric Gryffindor."

"What? That's mad!" said Ginny. "How would you know?"

"Because it's all that makes sense!" said Hermione defensively.

"And Ravenclaw? Who's Ravenclaw's heir?" asked Harry.

"Well, that's obvious," said Ginny. "That's Hermione."

"Of course it's not me," said Hermione, shaking her head, "but it just means that it must be someone we know. As long as we find out who - "

"Don't be thick, of course it's you!" said Ginny.

"Why would it be me, Ginny?'

"Um..let's consider for a second that it's not you. Sound logical?"

"Not really," said Harry.

"Exactly."

"Oh, just shut it, you two. No, this also means that we don't know who Hufflepuff's heir is. But we need to find her, or him, or whoever. We need them."

"Why? I still don't get it," said Ginny.

"Oh, I don't either," said Hermione, "I'm just following Lily's clues. And I just hope I'm right."

***

Harry could not stay up all night and listen to Hermione ramble on about the riddle. Not that he minded, of course, but he desperately wanted to contact Cilia and speak to her now that he had the locket back.

His mirror was still gone, but he scribbled down a quick note, asking where she was and how she was doing, asking for an immediate reply. If what Dumbledore had said about her was true, then perhaps Cilia could help him with this. Perhaps she could tell him when the war would begin. But then what? Harry had still the spell to perform and he had still to make sure that the Slytherins would participate. But loyalty? Slytherins? Loyal to him and to Hogwarts? That was worth a good laugh.

He was thinking more than ever about Sirius, but not as though her was gone. Harry felt as if Sirius was sitting right next to him, inspiring him, it was as if he even felt his presence. He looked up at the ceiling of his four-poster and could have sworn that he had seen the shape of what looked like a giant black dog. Harry shook his head awake and reminded himself that thoughts such as these would not help him. He needed Sirius with him and he felt as if he was, but this was a time for plans and actions, not hopeful wishing that someone who was gone forever could come back. Magic wasn't that granting.

It couldn't give you love either. And what was behind that door in the Department of Mysteries anyway? Why had it already worked for Luna and why could she not tell him? Was it a real true Secret and just how, how was Harry supposed to handle all of these questions at the same time? He hardly remembered the last time that he had spent alone time with Ron or Hermione. He felt like such a failure to Hermione. He couldn't even remember showing any signs of affection toward her lately or even telling her that he loved her. And going without that for several days made Harry's mind go mad. Then why couldn't he do it? Why couldn't he just come up to her and tell her that he cared? He loved her more than the world. Wasn't that enough? Why did he have to convince himself that this was for the best and that the further away they were from each other the safer it was. He still remembered her reaction to the Adjunction Spell. Is that what their relationship was really like? Fear and secrets? That couldn't be it. Harry wouldn't allow it.

As Harry consumed himself in these thoughts, his mind swam into a deep sleep and he had not even noticed that there had already been placed a new note in his locket and that it was not from Cilia Potter.

***

All week, Hermione had been running around the library and even asking the Order for book and book again, searching every possible page that said anything about the Hogwarts founders and the enchantments that they had possibly created together. Not only that, but as Harry had opened the locket just as he had sent a note to Cilia, he had found another parchment that contained a different symbol on it this time. However, even Hermione did not know what it stood for.

Fortunately, Harry was able to get a response from Cilia once more, but not in the way that he had desired. All she was able to say was that she was just fine, but she was unable to provide him with further information for fear of the locket being cursed or anything of the sort. Although, no matter what, Harry was convinced that he would find a way to communicate with her. He had his scar, but his constant fear of the war beginning any day made him feel as if he was procrastinating preparations every minute of the day.

Meeting once more with the Order, they had decided that Friday would be the day that they would perform the Spell, being the 27th of March, and in some peculiar way being significant toward a famous earlier battle that had taken place at Hogwarts. He had been given many a number of instructions on how to perform the Spell, and it strangely had to be while wearing the silencer since any too loud a sound made in the graveyard may wake the ghosts; a creepy fact that Harry felt he did not need to know. Not that he minded ghosts, but watching them rise from century-old graves and interfering with the spell was not a thought that he longed after.

Every step of the way, it seemed to him as if time had slowed down. Classes were extra long and homework was even longer to do. He was forgetting more and more what he had to focus on and felt himself drifting from his train of thought more often than necessary.

If that wasn't enough, the Slytherins were constantly on his mind and Harry kept thinking what it could be that would make them agree to simply participate. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why couldn't they all just...agree to it?

As they were making their way down to lunch, Ron and Hermione were still pretending to date and were laughing and joking between each other, which made Harry swell with envy and disgust. Not for Ron, but for the fact that he saw in him the perfect person that Hermione needed, and he was incapable of being that person. He was not Ron and he was not anyone like him that could make her happy. So what was his point anyway? Harry did not know what to think anymore lately.

He watched as Ginny sat concentrated, not even touching her food; no doubt she was thinking about her nightmares and considering what was really going on with her. Neville mostly sat in silence for majority of the time. He knew that each of them was going through something and Harry had the impression as if he felt just as hopeless as him, unable to do anything about it. Luna had tried to stay away from them as much as possible, only occasionally coming to converse. One reason would be Ron having to be around Hermione and the other would be Harry's occasional taunts to get more out of her on the veil and the Secret of Secrets as much as he could. He had definitely began to feel dreadful for doing so but there was really no longer the point; Harry hardly believed that it was necessary for him to know anything whatsoever.

"Morning, Potterhead, Weasel King, Muddblood," came a snide voice from behind.

"Malfoy," said Hermione in a bored tone, "if you want to taunt someone go and find some first year and do that. We're not really in the mood."

"Oooh, tiered of us, are we?" said Malfoy. "Already? I'd have figured it'd be sooner. And I'm surprised you wouldn't mind what with your prefecthood and all, Granger. Well, I suppose it had to be you all sulking about on that stupid charm. Yeah, I know about it. After all, I know everything - "

"If you knew everything, Malfoy, you'd already know that we don't care. Now leave!" said Ron.

"Tisk, tisk. Such little appreciation for the upper class," said Malfoy.

"Oh, shut up," said Ginny in a tiered voice.

Malfoy sighed. "You are just the most pathetic bunch, aren't you?"

"Aren't you leaving yet?" said Hermione.

His head snapped from Ginny over to Hermione. "You see, Granger, I would, it is only that I have come over here to make a point - "

Ron snorted so loud that some of the spaghetti that he was eating shot out of his mouth and onto his robes.

"It's not that unusual for you to hear, is it, Weasley?" said Malfoy. He sounded different than usual. Calmer, more serious, and yet completely abnormal.

"What I meant to say is I know something about the charm that you do not. And if you were willing, I could possibly reveal it to you."

"And why would you do a thing like that?" asked Ginny.

"Yeah," said Harry, amused. "Why would you, Malfoy?'

"Because....I realized that I cannot defeat you, Potter. And if I cannot defeat you, then I cannot win....and, well, if I cannot win, then I would only be degrading the one to whom I should have been heir. And if he had made a mistake long before, perhaps I can correct it."

"What the bloody devil are you saying, Malfoy?" said Ron, his mouth agape.

"I'm saying that if it hadn't been for an accident, before I was born...I would have been an heir of Salazar Slytherin."

A/N: Disturbing, isn't it? Don't worry, I'll explain some more in the next chapter. Will Draco Malfoy be the good guy for once? Can he help Harry even though he hates him to his very gut? Does he even have any idea what he's saying? Find out that and more next time. Also, hoping to have a little more h/hr interaction. Sorry if I missed out on that this time. Meanwhile, please be a kind reader and review!


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