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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 6: Good Days and Not So Good Days
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Lily Evans POV

It was the first Quidditch game of the season.
Slytherin versus Gryffindor. It should be fairly
interesting, to say the very least. 

Mundungus, the temporary commentator, invited
Bella and me up to the commentating booth, during the
game.

We arrived when the Quidditch teams were taking
the field. "Introducing the Gryffindor team! Andromada
Black, one of the best Hogwarts Beaters ever, and her
partner Christopher Elliot! The unstoppable keeper,
Alexander Karter! Jennifer Madison, Gwyneth Baker, and
the star chaser, Molly Fitzgerald! And lastly, the
seeker, Marcus Madison!" Mundungus announced
enthusiastically. Three-quarters of the crowd burst
into applause. "And here's the Slytherin team. Alan
Avery and Nicholas Nott are the beaters. Patrick
Parkinson, Richard Montague, and Jeremy Muller are the
less-talented chasers… (At this point, the Slytherin
side began booing, while everyone else laughed.)
Joseph Hoffman is the Seeker, and Gregory Calloway is
the keeper." By the tone of his voice, you could tell
Mundungus wasn't enthusiastic about announcing the
Slytherins.

"The Captains are shaking hands, and Madame
Hooch blows her whistle. They're off! Gryffindor in
possession. Molly Fitzgerald with the Quaffle. Pass to
Karter. Wait, Karter passes it back, Molly by the
goalpost. She shoots, and she SCORES! Gryffindor
10-0." The Gryffindor supporters began applauding once
again.

I turned to Bella. "Wow, Molly is simple
magnificent." Bella agreed. Our conversation was
droned out by the Slytherin cheers. Their team had
stooped to dirty tactics, and they were scoring. Soon,
the score was 80-70, in favor of Slytherin. 

Then, disaster struck. One of the Slytherin
players distracted Madame Hooch while Molly had the
Quaffle. She was heading towards the goal post.
Unfortunately, Nott noticed this. He swung his
Beater's club, and hit Molly's head with a sickening
crack. 

I grabbed the megaphone from Mundungus, much to
his protest. "FOUL!" I screamed. "THAT IS SUCH A
FRIGGIN' FOUL!" Madame Hooch ignored me. I am not one
to be ignored. "MADAME HOOCH, GET YOUR BUTT UP TO THE
COMMENTATING BOOTH!" I screamed.

Madame Hooch called an official time out and
flew towards me. Down below, Molly was being treated
by Madame Pomfrey. "What do you want?" Madame Hooch
asked frostily.

"A foul was committed, and I, Lily Evans, will
not let it go unnoticed!" A roar of approval erupted
from Gryffindor's fans. 

Madame Hooch glared at me. "Now listen, Miss
Evans. I don't know if a foul was committed. I didn't
see it, and therefore, I can not call it," her voice
magnified to the crowd.

"Wait!" someone screamed. "I have proof!"

The 5th year boy made his way to the
commentating booth. He held out a head thingamajig.
"My dad made this prototype. It allows you to view the
game at different speeds and it has a playback
feature."

Madame Hooch put the headset on. After several
replays, she finally admitted a foul was committed.
Molly, who had already had her wounds treated to, took
her penalty shot. The score was now tied at 80-80. 

Suddenly, I saw a glint of gold. I pointed it
out to Mundungus. "Is that the Golden Snitch?" he
yelled into the megaphone.

The seekers, Marcus Madison for Gryffindor and
Joseph Hoffman for Slytherin, went into steep dives.
They were neck-in-neck. Madison and Hawkins both
reached out… Madison pushed Hawkins' hand to the left…
I grabbed the megaphone from Mundungus once again.
"Madison caught the Snitch!" I screamed, jumping up
and down with Bella. "GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

Mundungus turned to Arthur Weasley, who was in
the booth with us. "I think we found a permanent
commentator," he said.

And so therefore, I became the Official
Quidditch Commentator.



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Noelle Charrier POV

"Check," Severus said, moving his rook.

"That's not fair!" I whined. I then put an
innocent smile on my face. "How about 11 out of 21?"

Severus and I decided to not go to the Qudditch
game. We had a chess tournament instead. I didn't
really care that Slytherin lost. The Slytherin team
consisted of low-down, slimy, lying, gitty finks. And
that's only what their parents think of them.

Severus was an excellent chess player. I wasn't.

The Slytherins started to leave the Common Room.
I asked Narcissa Watkins, a fellow 1st Year, where
everybody was going. But she turned on her heel and
walked off. She is upset with me, because I lack what
she calls 'Slytherin Spirit'. 

"So, where do you think everyone is going?"
Severus asked. I shrugged, and began putting the chess
pieces away.

"Crabbe, where are you going?" he asked a burly
2nd Year.

"Grunt Grunt Grunt Grunt," Crabbe grunted. 

"Oh, I see," Severus said, nodding.

Crabbe grunted one more time before leaving. I
looked at Severus incredulously. 
"I know basic CrabbeGoylian," he explained.

"CrabbeGoylian?" I questioned. 

"Crabbe and Goyle's language."

"Ohhh… What did he say?"

Severus looked up. "Dumbledore is requesting for
students to be at dinner at 6:15. He has some
announcements."

We walked silently to the Great Hall, and sat at
the end of the Slytherin table. 

"I have several announcements to make,"
Professor Dumbledore began. "First of all, I would
like to inform you of the Ministry of Magic. Our new
minister is Robert Smith. His assistant is Cornelius
Fudge - "

"But wait!" someone shouted from the Hufflepuff
table. The shouter was a pretty girl with short blonde
hair. "What happened to Minister Barnette?"
Professor Dumbledore looked around the Great Hall. "It
is my deepest sorrow to inform you that Minister
Barnette and his wife Anastasia were murdered - " Many
people throughout the hall gasped. For the most part,
it was the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws. 

The Ministry of Magic has been looking for a
cover up, which is why the murder has just been
announced today. The Gryffindors remained silent. That
was understandable. Afterall, Michael Barnette was a
Gryffindor, and a fairly popular one at that. The
Slytherins also remained silent. This was old news to
them. Most Slytherins had direct ties to Voldemort.

"The Ministry of Magic has been trying to deny
that it was a murder," Professor Dumbledore continued.
"But that isn't true. It would be an insult to the
memory of Nathan and Anastasia Barnette to say that.
The Barnettes were murdered by Lord Voldemort."

Many people gasped again. Some screamed, "Don't
say his name!" I remained silent in my seat.

"Nathan and Anastasia died a hero's death. They
died for what they believed in. Equality between all
wizards and witches, whether they be muggle-born or
pureblooded. Lord Voldemort thrives on causing others
pain and heartache. He has a gift of spreading enmity.
We must unite. We must stand together, to fight," he
said, with determination in his eyes. "Voldemort has
killed many great wizarding families. The McKinnons,
the Barnettes, the Prewetts, and countless others. We
must fight this!"

Food materialized on the plates in front of us.
Dumbledore looked at everyone, with a look in his
eyes. "Hard times are ahead. You may eat."



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I lay asleep in my bed, dreaming.



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Dream Sequence
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A man and a woman sat in a field, under a tree.
They were having a picnic, after watching the sunset
over the grassy hills. As the last golden ray of light
faded into night, the man turned to the woman.

"I have a surprise for you," said the man,
ruffling the woman's long chestnut hair. As if on cue,
the tree across from the two lovebirds was lit up with
sparkling white lights, and fairies were prancing from
leaf to leaf.

"Oh Justin. You're so romantic," said the woman,
leaning back into the man's arms. 

"That's not the whole surprise, Destiny. Go look
at the tree."

The woman looked at the man curiously, before
walking to the lighted tree. And she gasped when she
saw the trunk.

Illuminated by the twinkling lights was a
carving. The carving had a real arrow piercing through
it.

The man wrapped his arms around the woman. "My
heart was pierced by Cupid's arrow. Destiny, I love
you," said the man. He reached towards the arrow, and
slid a ring off of it. "Marry me?"

The woman nodded. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." 

The two shared a kiss before laying on the
checkered blanket, underneath the twinkling tree.
Above them, the stars glittered their consent. And
above them on the tree trunk, the words 'Justin and
Destiny' were surrounded by a heart, with an arrow
piercing through it. Then, I saw a flash of green
light, and a merciless face laughing, laughing at
death.



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End of Dream Sequence
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I woke up, salty tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Father? Mum?" I called into the darkness that
surrounded me.



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Remus Lupin POV

I sat in Defense class, listening attentively.
We were learning basic curses and hexes today.
However, class was once again interrupted by James and
Lily. James had been commenting on 'FireDragon's
wretched hair' all morning. After he asked Lily if her
head was on fire, Lily snapped. She turned James' hair
red. Needless to say, James wasn't ecstatic about the
change…

He retaliated by turning Lily purple. Then, the
attack became verbal… which wasn't a good thing with
Professor Hawkins around.

"You are a self-centered, incoherent PRAT!"
James screamed.

"Is that so?" Lily screamed back. James nodded
vigorously. I noticed a shadow behind them. Uh-oh.

"Er…James? Lily?" I said quietly.

"You are a pompous, egotistical, GIT!" Lily
yelled.

"James, Lily?" I said a little louder. They
still didn't notice.

"You're a -" James began.

"JAMES! LILY!" I screamed.

"What?" they snapped, as they looked at me. I
gave a pointed glare behind them. James and Lily
turned to find a pursed-lip Professor Hawkins.

"Er, hello Professor," James said charmingly.

"Evans, Potter. De-" she began, but luckily for
Lily and James, the lunch bell sounded. Lily and James
were out of class before you can say
D-E-T-E-N-T-I-O-N.



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"Ugh," I sputtered, as the smelly liquid from an
orange Gobstone was squirted at me.

Michael and I were playing Gobstones. I'm not
good at Gobstones. I'm much better at Chess. It was
around 11:00 at night, and the Gryffindor Common Room
was still fairly occupied.

"You know, it's hard to believe that it's
already November," said Michael. "We only have 97
detentions between the five of us!"

I smiled. "Over half of them are James'!".

"Remus, are you okay?" Michael asked me, his
eyes full of concern. 

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. He didn't
know, did he?

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice slightly
cracking.

"Well, Remmie, you've seemed different lately.
You always look tired, and you are sick a lot…"

I cursed myself mentally. That was the excuse I
used for my last two *transformations*. 

"It's just that… Well, I'm worried about my
mother," I lied. I looked down guiltily. 

I hate lying to my friends, but I had to. If
they found out what a MONSTER I was… I didn't want to
think about the consequences. I wouldn't let them find
out…

"I'm going up to bed now," I said, as I faked a
yawn.

Michael gave me another worried look. "I'm going
to stay down here. I have to finish my History of
Magic essay. You know, the one on Uric the Oddball.
Goodnight."

I went up to the dormitory, and closed the
hangings around my bed. I picked up my lunar calendar,
and marked off another day. Fourteen more days…



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Sirius Black POV

I gulped. What the Marauders wanted me to do was
terrible. It was awful. They wanted me to enlist
Andromada's help for our latest prank. Well, it's now
or never…

I approached Andromada, who was talking with her
friends.

"Er, Andromada, my beautiful, intelligent, and
wonderful older sister, who is so much better than
me…" I began. Her friends began snickering. 

Andromada rolled her eyes. "What do you want
Sirius?" she interrupted my speech.

Is the prank worth it?

"I need your help," I blurted out, losing what
little pride and dignity I had.



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The rest of the Marauders, Andromada, and myself
were huddled in a corner of the Common Room. Books
were piled around us.

"Remus, I need another bottle of ink," said
Andromada. She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes.
Remus handed her the bottle, and Andromada worked
feverishly for several more minutes. She then threw
her quill down triumphantly.

"Done," she smirked. She held up the parchment.
It was a map. The map showed us how to get to the
Kitchens, without Filch catching us.

I reached to take the map, but she pulled it out
of my reach.

"Hand it over," she said.

With much complaint, I handed her a piece of
parchment. It was a contract. She, being a Black,
wanted something in return for her map. So, we have to
do her History of Magic essays for the rest of the
year. But, Marauders do what Marauders must do…

"Thanks Andromada!" we all said, as we ran out
of the Common Room.

"Where are you going at this hour?" asked the
Fat Lady.

"To terrorize some Ravenclaws!" Michael screamed
over his shoulder. 

We decided to not bring the Invisibility cloaks.
We had to figure out how to sneak around, in case they
were ever confiscated. 

After we turned into another corridor, we
halted. "Okay," I whispered," the first passage should
be behind this tapestry. Remember, we have to be
quiet."

We went through the tapestry. Using several
other passages, we reached our destination - a picture
of a fruitbowl. 

"What now?" Thomas asked.

I consulted the map. "We have to tickle the
pear," I told my fellow Marauders. James reached out
and tickled the pear. It giggled noisily before
emitting us.

House elves were surrounding us, squealing, "Can
we get you anything, misters?" Thomas took out a vile.
Of course, this was a fake.

"We just got this garnish from the Mediterranean
- "

The house elves squealed. "The Mediterranean?"
they asked, in awe.

"Yes, the Mediterranean," Michael said. "And we
know that it will be simply delightful in the food…"

"Sirs, I don't think that's -"

Thomas, Michael, and Remus began arguing with
the House elves. Meanwhile, James and I
inconspicuously walked towards the tables of food.

"Why is it sitting out?" James hissed.

"Well, all of the food has preservation charms
on it. Now, let's find the Ravenclaw's dinner food." I
stopped in my tracks. "I think this is their food."

"Really Sirius?" James said sarcastically. He
pointed to a sign above the table. 'Ravenclaw' it
said, in big, bold, blue letters.

"Okay Jamsie, let's get working." We took out
identical vials and began pouring the potion we
concocted over every bit of food.

We then walked back to where the rest of the
Marauders were still arguing with the house elves.

"Er, forget about the garnish. We'll just take
some chocolate cake, those delicious biscuits (A/N: I
think that biscuits are cookies in British-English. If
they're not, I meant cookies by this.) And we'll take
some donuts, and ice cream," I said.

We were instantly overloaded with food. After we
ate it all (it didn't take very long), we bid the
house elves good night.

We decided to be daring, and not use the secret
passages. Instead, we lurked in the shadows. But we
heard footsteps. It was Filch.

"SPLIT UP!" I screamed. Thomas and James ran
through the left corridor. Remus, Michael and me took
the right.

Filch was on our heels. "In here!" said Michael,
pulling me and Remus into a room. This particular room
was full of -

"Chamber pots?" I questioned. 

Remus gasped. "It's the Infamous Room of
Magnificent and Ornate Chamber Pots."

"Wow," Michael and I breathed.

"Is it true that the Infamous Room of
Magnificent and Ornate Chamber pots is only accessible
at 5:00 AM on Tuesday mornings?" I asked. Remus
nodded.

We walked around examining the chamber pots for
a bit.

"I think Filch is gone" Michael said, a while
later.

We ran out of the room and back to the
Gryffindor Common Room. James and Thomas were waiting
for us.

"Where were you?" asked Thomas.

"We -" Michael began.

"Did Filch catch you?" James interrupted. 

"No, we found the Infamous Room of Magnificent
and Ornate Chamber Pots," Remus explained. He started
discussing it in detail, James and Thomas hanging on
to every word.

"I'm going to bed," I said. "Good night."



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Bella Figg's POV

I woke up the next morning to find the dorm
empty. I looked groggily at the clock on my bedside
table. My eyes widened.

8:47! Why didn't anybody wake me up?

I got dressed in record time, and grabbed my
satchel. I ran out of the door, and through the halls.
As fate would have it, the first class of the day was
Potions, with the Slytherin Head of House, in the
furthest dungeon. 

Ten minutes later, I stumbled (literally) into
Potions.

"Miss Figg, care to explain why you are late?"
Professor Hoffman asked softly. 

He has been vindictive ever since Slytherin lost
to Gryffindor in the Quidditch game. I could feel
everyone's eyes one me.

Well, if I'm going down, why not have as much
fun as I can?

"Not really," I said nonchalantly. The class
gasped.

"Miss Figg - "

"Fine, you want to know the truth? You can't
HANDLE the truth!" I screamed. I then regained my
composure. "But I'll tell you anyways. You see, Peeves
the Poltergeist arranged for me to be abducted by
purple marshmallow-eating space aliens. Of course,
they couldn't speak a word of English. I somehow
managed to escape. I got here as soon as I could…"

"Miss Figg, you just lost Gryffindor fifty
points. Now, sit down," said the Professor. I walked
to my seat confidently, and sat down. However, I
landed on the ground, instead of my chair…



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I was not having a good day. It was 1:09 and I
already lost Gryffindor 60 points. 50 in Potions, and
10 in Transfiguration. We are still working on turning
inanimate objects into animate objects in
Transfiguration.

"Bella, why don't you demonstrate?" asked
Minnie. I got up and went to the front of the
classroom.

So, what I did next might not have been an
accident, like I later claimed. But it will always be
remembered…

I turned Professor Minnie McGonagall into a
goat.

Maybe my day wasn't that bad after all…



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I went to the Great Hall for dinner in somewhat
higher spirits. After all, who wouldn't feel better
after turning Minnie into a goat?

Gwyneth Baker, a 6th Year, walked towards me.
She was a Chaser on the Gryffindor team and a Prefect.

"Hey Bella!" she greeted.

"Hullo Gwyn," I said.

"I heard about Hoffman and McGonagall," she
said. She turned to face the rest of the Gryffindor
table. "May I have your attention please," she said
loudly. The Gryffindor table became silent. "I,
Gwyneth Baker, a Prefect for the House of Gryffindor,
hearby award 75 points to Gryffindor, on behalf of
Arabella Figg. She is being awarded for the acts of
turning Minerva McGonagall into a goat and making
Professor Hoffman's Potions Class more *interesting*,"
Gwyn said. 
The Gryffindors erupted in cheers. I stood on the
table and bowed. 

'Thanks' I mouthed to Gwyn.

'You deserve it' she mouthed back.

I sat down by Lily after the cheers died down.
"Way to go Bella!" she said. I grinned. Lily and I
began discussing prank ideas, but screams interrupted
us.

The Ravenclaws were gone. No, there were
badgers, bears, and various other animals instead.

"Lily, let's get out of here before we get
blamed for this. I'm already in enough trouble," I
said.

We ran out of the Great Hall. However, we didn't
make it far. Toria and KiKi bumped into us. We
explained what happened and they ran into the Great
Hall, eager to see the mess.

"Race you to the Common Room?" Lily suggested.

I nodded, and the race began!



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Kiana Walter's POV

After Lily and Bella told us what was going on
in the Great Hall, we ran there, to see the mess. As
we opened the doors, we stopped in astonishment.

Chaos. Total Chaos. That's what it was like in
the Great Hall. Somehow, the Ravenclaws had turned
into badgers, bears, lions, hippogriffs, and various
other animals. Most people were running out of the
Great Hall, so they wouldn't be mauled.

But me and Toria aren't most people…

We ran into the Great Hall, and straight to the
usual suspects - the Marauders.
We sat across from them, and became caught in a
staring contest. After several minutes of glaring
menacingly at each other, Sirius cracked. He began
laughing hysterically.

"Pray tell, how did you manage to accomplish
this amazing feat?" I asked, a smirk on my face.

Sirius grinned. "Well, m'lady and other m'lady,
we brave knights embarked on a journey to a sacred
place last night…"

"The kitchens," Michael informed us.

Sirius gave him a look before continuing.

"And Thomas, Michael, and Remus were talking
with the House elves. Meanwhile, James and I went to
examine the food. Make sure it was up to par." Sirius
chuckled in what he thought was a 'roguish' manner.

"So, we brave knights *accidentally* spilled a
potion of some sort over the Ravenclaw's food," James
said, with a 'Marauding Grin' on his face.

I snorted. "Accidentally?"

"Of course, m'lady," said Sirius.

"So, you accidentally spilled it on every single
morsel of food?" Toria asked.
Sirius looked shocked. "Oh, m'lady, you shan't turn us
in. I'm too young to be killed by McGonagall. I want
to wait until at least 3rd Year…"

A dark shadow loomed over us. "Black, Potter,
Lupin, Brooks, and Barnette. You shall all receive
detention," McGonagall said. She was still looking
rather goat-like. I smirked at the Marauders. "Miss
Walters and Miss Vanter shall also receive detention."


My jaw dropped. "But Minnie, you can't…"

McGonagall gazed angrily at me. "Miss Walters, I
assure you that I can. And I will. Anyone who protests
shall receive another detention."

"Minnie!" I whined.

"Miss Walters, you have another detention. And
my name isn't MINNIE!" she screamed before stalking
off. She probably went looking for some grass to eat.

Sirius took out a notepad and made some tallies.
"Only 1,324 to go!" he said happily.

Crazy. They're all crazy!



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Michael Barnette POV

I crept quietly to the Common Room, holding the
book rather gingerly. Gryffindor's Book, to be exact.
I looked around. The Common Room was deserted.

I put my sweaty palm on the red and gold cover.
"Gryffindor Blood," I whispered. Once again, a
dazzling white light was emitted from the book.

Then, the one thing I never expected happened.
Godric Gryffindor stepped out of the book.


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(A/N: I was considering leaving it there, but I'm not
that mean… I couldn't do that to you readers.)
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I knew it was him. I've seen pictures of Godric
Gryffindor, but I never expected to meet him.
Afterall, he's been dead for over 1,000 years.

But Godric stood before me, surveying me like a
father surveys his son.

"So, you are my heir," he said, a hint of pride
in his voice. I regained my voice.

"Er… I'm one of your heirs. The other heir is
James Potter," I said shakily.

Godric chuckled. "Never thought you'd meet your
ancestor, did you?"

I shook my head vigorously. "How is this
happening?" I asked the 1,026 (as least) year old man.


"Some things are better left unexplained," he
said gently. "But, if you ever want to speak with me,
tap the last page and say 'Godric'. Now, why don't you
tell me a bit about yourself?"

He sat in an armchair. I sat across from him.

"Well, my name is Michael. I'm eleven years
old…" I continued to tell him everything about me. We
talked for hours, it seemed.

"My mother and stepfather were recently
murdered. That's how I got the book," I ended the
story of my life.

Godric sat silently for a moment. "Salazar's
heir?" he asked, running his hand through his hair. I
see where I inherited my messy hair from…

"What?" I asked.

"Did Salazar's heir kill your parents?" he
asked, sadness in his eyes.

"His name is Voldemort, but I don't know if he
is Salazar's heir," I said to my ancestor.

Godric stood up from the armchair. "I hear
footsteps. I must go. Michael, close the book, and
remember that you can always talk to me," he said,
ruffling my messy hair. I nodded and closed the book.

Several moments later, Thomas appeared.
"Michael, go to sleep," he said exasperatedly. I
nodded, and followed him up the staircase. Before
collapsing in my bed, I put the ancient book in my oak
chest.



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