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****** A Lesson in Fear ******
by Isy_25 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Remus Lupin was loath to bring up the tales of his life. The
     differences between light and dark, fear and hate, love and distrust.
     They all had to do with them. Each of them. Follow Remus through his
     life, the time of the Marauders, and a sealed fate.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Prologue: Rome *****
Prologue
In time we hate, that which we often fear.
William Shakespeare
I was once told that power is all about your fate. It controls your destiny,
puts it on a path that only you can own up to. It can seep into your blood, and
give you ultimate release. Or, it can trap you and make you its prisoner, twist
you, mold you into its slave. I never believed any of that. Fate? Destiny? What
about safety? What about love? I believe, power has very little to do with it.
RLRLRLRLRLRLRL
October 10, 1969
When I was just five years old, I'd already learned how to read most of the
books in our house. My twin brother Romulus, and I would storm our way through
the house as the kings of my favorite stories. I couldn't wait until I got home
from preschool to read my new favorite masterpiece. Back then, I was never made
fun of for knowing how to read better than anyone else. My mother considered it
a gift. Magic. My father told me to keep it hidden, to not be proud, it would
make my brother feel bad.
As soon as I found I could, I'd read aloud in the best pronunciation I could
muster, every quote, and every cry I could muster, to my parent's dismay. My
mother encouraged my behavior. My father quickly hid the heavier books to the
higher selves. Unfortunately, my brother, who could not read as well as me was
often asking mother how to read to him at bedtime. Once, he found Hesiod's
Works and Days. Mother, stupidly told him it was about wizards, and Father was
furious for days. Father hid most books from him after that. He wouldn't
understand why Prometheus was bound by the gods anyway.
“Fire!”
“Alert the townsmen!”
I ran, as fast as my feet would carry me, out of the back door of our house in
the English countryside. My brother was far ahead of me, always running faster
than me. His feet seemed to float as he ran and leaped, his laughter ringing
out like bells on Easter Sunday. Romulus was a vision, my twin. He, who
couldn't write his own name. He, who didn't have a gram of magic in him, still
laughed and played, and called me Remmy.
Romulus kept running, and then, suddenly, he stopped midway to the edge of the
Lupin Estate. He turned to smile at me, his brown eyes were sparkling in the
late afternoon sun.
“Chu are the mighty knight, I give you my sword! Save the peoples!” Romulus
shouted to me, holding his stick out. He turned swiftly, with his cape swaying
in the wind. His was body stiff as he headed towards the forest. I knew by his
posture that he was pretending to be a king, and I smiled, despite the
foreboding in my heart.
“Rommy,” I called after him carefully. “What are you doing! Mommy said not to
go that far!” Romulus turned to, his eyes still ablaze in some fantastical
amazement.
“Chu always do what mommy says. It's fun, don't be a wuss, Remmy!”
I started to yell that I wasn't, but my brother took off in a sprint towards
the edge of the forest. I could see the sun was going down, and his cape
floated and sparkled in the sunset. I was mesmerized by my inability to resist
following him into the woods.
My brother's eyes sparkled with poorly contained glee as he grabbed my hand,
and led me into the forest. The sounds of creatures I would never lay eyes on
were in the distance. In my little hand, I held a small stick. My only defense
against the one creature who was waiting on the both of us, so long ago.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No, see, I believe power has very little to do with any of the horrible things
that can happen to you. Because, all I've ever known is powerlessness.
September, 1985
“Remus!”
I gasped sitting up in bed, I was covered in blood again.
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I hope you like it so far. Review please, I love feedback.
Still needs a beta, and so I'm sorry for any incongruences or typos.
Next up, we meet the Marauders plus Lily.
***** Ch1-Hamlet is for losers *****
Italics are Remus' thoughts or the voices of memories.
Chapter 1- Hamlett is for Losers
 
 In my dreams, I always ended up covered in blood, with screaming in the
background. There was always a shroud of tree covering darkness, and a voice in
my head saying, “I'm so sorry, mummy! I tried.”
“Remus?” The voice of one James Potter broke into my estranged thoughts. “Did
you have a dream again? About... about the night it...happened?” Trust James to
cut straight to the thick of it. James Potter's soft brown eyes looked at me
almost imploringly. It was times like these that I forgot how stupid he could
be. And, even underneath the act of the school bully, all-star Quidditch
player, James Potter was a good guy at heart. However, tact or even subtlety
were his weaknesses.
“I'm fi-..,” was all that I could manage. My mind was fuzzy, and I was unable
to force the fake words out of my mouth. They all knew. James, Peter, and
Sirius. My nightmares were nothing that they were unaccustomed to.
“I'll get you some water,” said Peter, a round sandy haired boy with a nervous
twitch, and always eager to please.
When Pete left to fetch the water there was a thick silence in the room. I felt
a set of eyes on me and, I glanced to see Sirius sitting on his bed with his
back up against the headboard.
I noticed that Sirius hadn't commented yet. He just stared at me with sad, but
curious gray eyes. His black hair was sleep tousled as he put an uneasy hand
through it. A sign of nervousness. I shook it off. I had no time to reassure
him that I'm ok at that moment.
Sirius Black never talked about anything serious, no pun intended, but fine
I'll take it. If it was about him, or his family, it was off limits. His
brother Regulus was off limits to conversation, and so were his nightly
escapades with half the female population. Not that James, Pete, and I couldn't
guess that his brother, the little Slytherin understudy to Lucius, hated his
guts. And, the whole school knew that he was, what my mother called, a
Casanova. I'd read that book, and I found Casanova to be bellow my Sirius.
Sirius, who cared, Sirius who would never use anyone.
In all of my miscalculations about my best friend, I dumbly ignored the pained
glances and the constant diversions. Queen, was unimportant, and who exactly is
John Lennon anyway? I was oblivious. I, who should know a pained glance when I
met it, and I, who should know a dark secret when smelt it.
 
Breakfast on the first day passed by rather slowly and uneventfully. The
tradition of the Marauders, as we called ourselves since third year, was to sit
at the end of the table. James, closest to the center aisle, and Sirius on his
right. I faced Sirius, and Pete next to me, by the aisle. I hated it. I thought
it was stupid that we all had assigned seats. But, I never told anyone this. I
felt lucky enough to have friends that wanted to sit near me anyway.
It was time to go to the first class of the day quickly, since we were late on
account of my nightly fright. As I was scrambling to get all of my books
together, I noticed Sirius jot something quickly down on parchment and begin to
fold it. It was a note. I had an unpleasant jolt, and swallowed my discomfort.
I stood by myself, breaking with the tradition of us walking to first classes
together, and hurried out of the Great Hall alone. I could feel the eyes of my
friends on me, and I felt an extra set of black eyes near the Slytherin table,
as I left. I ignored them all and hurried down the corridor. But, predictably,
I didn't make it far before the Marauders caught up to me.
“Hey Moony wait up!” James called out. Several students nearby turned to look
as he shouted, particularly a group of girls. They all swooned and a few waved
as we walked by. Many of the girls wanted to date Prongs, but he only had eyes
for one. Not to mention Pete would point out, not so tactfully, that they were
all damaged goods since Sirius had bedded nearly all of them. I noticed, as we
walked, that Sirius was giving me that sickeningly sad look again, so I pulled
out my course schedule in favor of a distraction.
Professor Marcus Hamlett was our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this
year, since our teacher of 6 years, Professor Xavier Bartholomew, was tried and
found guilty of child molestation by the Wizengamot. It seemed that, other than
having a dreadfully bad name, he had horrible taste in sexual partners as well.
But, Professor Hamlett, according to James and Pete was bound to be a crackpot
too, because he was a Muggleborn.
“A bleeding obvious one at that!” James said, as we were making our way down
the corridor. James, of course, was pointing out his Muggle clothing, a brown
tweed suit and a red tie. Plain, but not horrible, by my poor tastes. Sirius
pointed out that in a flurry of cloaks and robes, he was a sore thumb.
“I like his name.” I knew at that moment that I should not have said anything,
when I noticed the sets of eyes looking at me with confusion evident. I could
appreciate good Muggle humor, but even Sirius, who seemed to, suspiciously know
what I was talking about, shook his head at me which belied the recognition in
his eyes. I thought quickly about pointing out the misspelling on the syllabus,
but some things are funny only in my head.
We all came to a halt in the doorway of our classroom, and there she stood. Her
red hair glittering in the sunlight from the window. Her green eyes, smiling.
Lily Evans. Even James, in all of his Anti-Muggleborn hype, could not escape
her addicting beauty. And, her brilliance. Where my love for literature
stopped, her love for art began. She created just about anything with her
hands, paintings, sculpture, music, and her recent love for photography imbued
her fiery charm. Though I was hesitant to notice, her beauty lay not only in
her abilities. She was very pretty, and I was very blind.
“You're late,” she said to the three of us. I didn't see the point in being
early to a morning class with a perfectly good breakfast in the Great Hall, and
I wanted to point this out, but I knew it was not the real reason we were late
anyway.
We all filed into the classroom despite the scowl Lily was giving us. Pete
waved shyly at her and James cracked a grin. Her gazed softened when I walked
by, but I was distracted from saying anything when I felt Sirius' hands on me.
A note was discretely handed to me as we made our way to our seats.
Suddenly, in a woosh of air the all of the window curtains in the classroom
were immediately closed. The door creaked open, and who I supposed was
Professor Hamlett, walked in. I caught his scent through my heightened sense of
smell-- sandalwood and parchment.
“Hello class,” he said brightly, though the dimness of the classroom betrayed
his humorous tone. A girl beside me who was also a Gryffindor named Alice
Langley, shivered. In an eerie quickness, Professor Hamlett glanced in her
direction.
“Ah yes,” he said and his wand flickered to the many candles that littered the
room. “Ah that's better.” He smiled a quirky smile, and I could tell, since
there was finally light in the room, that he was a bit young. Though, he had
laugh lies around his eyes that were accentuated by the candle light, his smile
was welcoming and denoted youth and open friendliness. I immediately liked this
Professor.
“Hello I'm Professor Hamlett,” He said as he wrote his name on the bored. I
noticed begrudgingly that he spelled his name with two T's.
“Welcome, welcome! This class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, level 7 for the
OWLs and NEWTs, but I don't want to bore you all with that. Ugly business is it
not?” Hamlett waved his hand waspishly as he talked and begin to pace in front
of the class.
“You will find, that your willingness to learn, grasp, and apply the knowledge
of DADA cannot be measured by tests.” I thought I heard Lily scoff at this, but
didn't get a chance to glance over as the candles flickered simultaneously in
unison in the room. The Professor was speaking again.
“What are the dark arts? What is dark? Darkness...is only a product of light,
or the lack of light. Without the light, there can be no darkness.” The were
various degrees of whispering throughout the room as some seemed to disagree. I
could hear the slight hitch in Alice's breath beside me.
“Yes, yes you may all find it a strange concept. Indeed some of you may
disagree,” Hamlett stated, with an upward quirk of his mouth that relayed what
he thought of those people. Alice shifted in her seat beside me, and James, two
seats over looked skeptical.
“Darkness, is offset by light. We are taught this at an early age. That if we
only learn what it means to produce the proper light magic, we will not be
soiled by the dark.” That quirky smile flickered this time across his face, but
didn't stay long. “I am here to teach you that it there is not such thing as
“dark” magic.” There were certainly gasps that time. I found myself unable to
close my mouth. “Magic, is magic. It comes from the earth, to us, to space,
through time, and so forth. But, is not light or dark, good or bad. It is a
life force. Only we can decide what to use it for.” Only half of the class
seemed satisfied with this answer, and it sparked a lively debate as hands flew
up everywhere. I found myself wondering, still with my mouth agape, what Albus
Dumbledore would have to say about this. I feared Professor Hamlett would not
be around much longer.
The class went by quickly it seemed. I, who was never inclined to say anything
out loud in my classes, even felt like I had something to add. This was a
thirst. I wanted to ask an endless source of what ifs.
I made my way out of the DADA classroom to my Astronomy class. As I walked I
reached inside the pocket of my robes, and opened the note Sirius gave me. I
felt Sirius' eyes on me as I was walking away, and I paused in my steps, as I
read the scribbled handwriting.
“We need to talk. Meet at same place?”
I nodded quickly at the floor and shuffle down the corridor. He wants to talk,
does he? Does he think that a heart to heart will make me feel better about him
leading Snape to my wolf form!
On my way down the corridor and up the stairs, I pulled out my schedule again.
I was not looking where I'm walking as I ran flat into a body stopped in front
of me. I would know that smell anywhere. Severus.
“Lupin,” I'm am at awe at how he can draw out the syllables of my name. A
practiced skill, no doubt.
I found myself face to face with him, though I still felt as if he was looking
down at me, his black eyes seeing something dirty in me.
“In a hurry, oblivious to others in your path. How very typical.” I smile a bit
and side stepped him.
“Better?” I smiled though he did not. It made me feel ambivalent. The wolf
rolls around in my head, happy and satisfied. Then he marches close to me
again, this time invading my space more, if possible.
“I am amazed at how you possess all of these “senses,” yet your clumsiness is
still legendary. Or, are you just hoping to run into me?” His eyes are
glittering and his mouth is tight as he says this. I am loath to admit that I
am drawn to his gaze, and the wolf is still, and waiting. However, I back up
quickly, only to notice Peter staring at me strangely behind Severus. He was
waiting for me outside of the classroom.
“Remus,” he says. “Class is about t-to start.” Severus turns and scowls at him
and walks by him and into the classroom. “Are you ok?” Peter asks, but I don't
answer. I am trapped in my own thoughts.
Since the previous year and the incident with Sirius leading Severus to the
Whomping Willow, Severus Snape had gone through I range of conflicting emotions
about me. Dumbledore, in all of his infuriating calmness made Severus promise
not to tell a soul about my “condition.” It made me furious at Sirius for being
to childish and careless. And it made me furious at Severus for knowing a
secret that he was never supposed to know. The latter scared me. Severus was
already drawn to me. My kindness, amongst the teasing of my best friends caused
him to question me. Why did I care? Why did I talk James and Sirius down on
more than one occasion? Whatever, conclusion Severus had come to, it involved
following me around for the most of my 5th and 6th years. We actually met on
few occasions when I acknowledge him following me, and all he did was mock me
for my strange ability to sense his presence. And, now that he knew I was a
werewolf, it seemed his curiosity was peaked more and more.
When I finally made it into the classroom, Peter was pointing me to a table
with two chairs. I placed my bag fitfully onto the table that Pete had picked.
He glances at me, but wisely says nothing. He knows Severus has been following
me, and I would rather he didn't. It was only a matter of time before James and
Sirius cottoned on.
As my bag hits the table the note from Sirius falls out. Thoughts of what
Sirius will want to talk about distracted me throughout the class. Who was he
to demand we talk! The nerve! He lost that right when I led Severus to that
tree.
I was still fuming after class, and as I walk down to meet him, my heart skips
a beat when I see him.
***** Ch2- A Dream *****
“Each time, I let him further inside me, into my soul. Maybe soon he would meet
the wolf...face to face.”
Chapter 2- A dream
“I thought you'd prefer the outdoors. Beats the bloody hot castle, yeah?”
Sirius was leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette, and I tried not to kid
myself into thinking that he'd choose the outside for non-selfish reasons.
I shuffled my feet and stared at the Quidditch pitch, which looked empty and
deserted for the time being.
“I do,” I say, though my eyes are now focused on the ground. Sirius draws in
smoke and lets out a sigh. His focus is dead on me. I can feel his gray eyes
boring into me. He seems to have the effect of looking straight through me.
And, each time he looks into me, I let him in.
“So what was the dream about this time?”
“Same,” I realize that I am being short. I didn't want to go further. Sirius
and I had many things to discuss, and none of the things were about my poor
sleeping habits. The topic of the Whomping Willow accident, since he betrayed
me to Severus... well... Severus Snape, was another story as well.
“I thought you said you weren't having those anymore?” Sirius' husky voice is
ladden with guilt and suspicion. I didn't want to conform his miscalculation.
Last year's accident was fresh on both of our minds, and I was loath to talk
about it, especially with Sirius. I look up at him sharply.
“No, not about that...It was the one with the blood.” Sirius' face lights up,
and then darkens to a scowl. I close up automatically, awaiting his outburst,
that is sure to come.
“You told me you didn't have those anymore, not since...dammit Remus...I--,” I
cut him short. My voice is low and I breathe deep to calm my rising anger.
“I lied!” Sirius looks even more unreleased by my saying this. It was a
verdict. My statement was a verdict to him.
“You--”
“No you,” I hiss. I'm trying to clam my “anger.” I'm calling it that these
days, but even Sirius can see the wolf in my eyes. “you”
“I can't believe that you thought I would just suddenly stop having nightmares
because I didn't tell you about them anymore...” I trailed off, surprised by my
sudden honesty. But, I take a breathe and start again.
“I have them almost every night. I try to put up a silencing charm, but last
night we were all partying, celebrating the start of the term and...I forgot.”
Sirius was no longer looking accusatory, but saddened. I felt the bile rise in
my throat. I didn't want pity, especially not from my friends.
“Moony...” I cringe at the use of my nickname. The wolf inside me snarls. But,
I can't help but notice he'd stopped using it last year, after the accident.
“Was...was your brother there?”
I looked up at him confused. Then I realized that I'd never told him. I didn't
know that I had kept them all at a distance. None of my friends knew much about
that night. They knew that I had nightmares about it, but they didn't know much
detail. For that, I was sorry. I will always remember what I told him next.
“It w-was my brother's blood. Not mine. In the dream too. It's all the same.
That night, the dream...all the same. I was little, we both were. We didn't
know that there was danger in the forest. Mom and Dad... they only told us
little lies. They told us it was haunted and stuff. Ghosts can't hurt anybody
can they?” Sirius shook his head, a little in response, but more in disbelief.
I sighed and continued.
“I remember very little about that night. Romulus,” my voice breaks as I say
his name. “He and I were playing in the yard. He was so far ahead of me. I only
remember saying not to go in the woods. Then things speed up. My head hurts to
think about it.” Mommy! Help us! Daddy! I felt Sirius' long fingered hand on my
shoulder. I must have blanked out. “Sorry...anyway, I remember seeing it. The
wolf. It was standing there near the clearing. Too close to the clearing, come
to think of it... And then we saw it. We must have stared for ages. The three
of us. Romulus was the first to move. He took my hand. After that...I don't
really...I don't remember. I just remember waking up in the forest, covered in
blood.”
Sirius stares out at the distant lake, his eyes are haunted. I can't bear to
tell him the rest. It was getting late, and it was probably time for lunch
anyway. I turn to look at the sun in the sky and then to Sirius to see that his
head is down, and I am secretly happy about that. His eyes seemed reach out to
me and each time, I let him further inside me, into my soul. Maybe soon he
would meet the wolf...face to face. I was not to be thrilled at the meeting,
but I knew he couldn't escape me it seemed, even back then.
I look back to him and my heart sinks. His beauty could be easily measured by
his physique. It could be measured in his eyes, his hair which is waves and
black softness. I cannot pay any mind to it as I turn to make my way towards
the castle. Leaving my fallen angel to wallow in his indiscretion.
 
“This Hamlett guys is off his rocker!” James said as we stormed into the
Gryffindor common room later that night. He threw his bag down and collapsed in
the nearby couch. “The whole school is talking about him! They say that his
nutter ideas are revolutionary! Load of bollocks!” Pete is nodding his head
emphatically.
“He may not be around long. Once word gets out-- Oi!” I realized belatedly that
I stole the seat that Pete had deemed his own. “Tradition” and all.
“Sorry Petty,” I say though, I don't make to move from the couch. Sirius, I
realized is sitting in the straight chair by the fire, despite the heat of the
castle lately. He is quiet and staring out, his eyes, unfocused. I feel briefly
guilty for pouring my old troubles on him. It is easy for me to sweep things
under the rug, but I'd forgotten that Sirius was so very young back then. All
of my friends were. They joked at me for being 15 going on 30, but there was
too much truth in it. I was much younger than those in my year, but being
roomies with a wolf had aged me. Sitting behind my eyelids, scratching away at
every bit of my youth. I even have little strings of silver hair to prove it.
“No, no, no Red, that seat is Pete's he'll be right back!” James' voice breaks
me from my thoughts. Lily is back form her last class of the day. I can see
that her and James are about to start a row, but Sirius was recently startled
from his thoughts too. He grabbed her by the waist and plops her down into his
lap. She giggles, but a glance at James makes her pause.
“Snooze ya lose Paddy,” Sirius is easily back to fun and games, like an addict
to the bottle. Irony again. I would refrain from using such references and puns
that fit him too well, but I'm a victim of the euphemism. Sirius will always be
a source of conflicting words for me.
I sat back into the comfy chair and cracked open my latest novel, and pushed
the voices of my friends out of my ears as I jumped into my only escape. Back
then, it was so easy to slip into nothingness, numbness. It is a welcomed
escape as I swallowed the sense of dread. Because, even now as I stand here in
my house watching, remembering and re-living my life. There are things that I
am leaving out...things that I haven't seen, that may help explain everything
that happened later.
A year ago...
“Don't Black, I'm not in the mood...”
Severus Snape had his back pressed up against the wall facing one intimidating
Sirius Black. Both boys were tall in stature, though one-- the one who was
standing was built of a more muscled build, and the other, who was pressed
against the cold castle wall was of a slight build, with hunched shoulders and
delicate hands, which were currently clutched in a fist.
“You think that I haven't noticed you watching him!” Sirius was furious at this
moment in time, and his only regret is that he couldn't have James there to
back him up. This matter was too delicate...
“You think that I don't know that you...if you had only the opportunity--”
“--I would slice you into pieces!” Snape was snarling at Black. Though he was
slouching against the wall, he was still intent on posing a threat. Sirius did
not think him a challenge, in any fashion.
“Snape,” the name was spoken with intense loathing, and a curious hint of
teasing. “What were you doing here...in this corridor...at this time of
night...” There was a breath of silence, except for Snape's harsh breathing.
Sirius continued. “Are you following Remus again?” There was still no sound.
Severus Snape was trapped. Black would not let him go without an answer to his
questions. Snape was not sure of his answers. He'd found Remus strange for a
long time. The quite boy was exceptionally smart, such that he was brought to
school when he was two years younger than those in his year. He was also
strange in that, he'd had quite a few illnesses in the past. It seemed like
every month the boy was in the infirmary! However, the strangest was that
Lupin's eyes, which were a less noticeable feature to be sure. But they had
this glow. Whenever Snape noticed, he couldn't help but look away. They
frightened him at first. However, Snape could only glance back a second later,
and they'd been only a figment of his imagination right? But, Snape had a knack
for unsolved mysteries. Remus Lupin was the first on his list to solve—Potter
and Black be damned.
“Would you like to see him...now?” Sirius had become distant. Snape hadn't know
the exact time that Sirius had started pacing the area between them. He seemed
thoughtful, in a sarcastic mockery of the word, since Snape didn't believe
Black had a thoughtful bone in his body. But, as Sirius stopped pacing and
turned to him Snape saw all traces of false pondering gone. He was faced with a
manic. The one he knew well. Silly, uncouth, demeaning, hurtful, Black was
incapable of a looking more lost than he did at that moment. Snape wanted to
just apologize and leave, but Blacks gray gaze kept him prisoner. 'See Lupin?
Do I want to see him now?' Snape's two halves of his brain split apart. The
side that knew his heart led him to believe that he wanted to see Lupin
everyday. It knew that he hoped one day Lupin would be able to also see him, as
well-- the true Snape, not the one who was shamed by his friends. But, a
distance scream broke him from his dreams, as other half of his brain-- the
more in tuned side knew that something wasn't right.
“S-see... L-lupin?” How could he stutter at a time like this?! And, what was
that screaming noise?! Sirius' manic eyes were wide as he said,
“Yes, I mean it! Follow me.”
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I hope this makes some sense. Maybe some of you are beginning to realize that
this is all a memory. But, we all know memories are flawed, because they only
show one side. Well, I'm helping Remus out with the flashbacks(in italics).
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