14. Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Harry's eyes widened considerably at the sadistic message he received. His heart clenched painfully and instinctively, his gaze shifted to the high table where he met the headmaster's gaze. He quickly looked away, remembering Bellatrix' warning and turned to Draco.

"Harry," he said softly, "What are you going to do about this?"

"I have to go, of course," Harry replied determinedly, "I'm not about to let those cruel bastards hurt Snape anymore than they already have."

Harry got up from his seat and made to leave when Draco grabbed his arm.

"Would you stop and think?" he hissed, "Or is it not obvious enough that you're walking right into a trap?"

"Of course it is!" Harry shouted, "But what do you expect me to do about this? I can't very well just sit here."

"Typical Gryffindor," Draco spat. Harry pulled his arm free and tried to leave again when Draco moved in front of him. "Look," he said, holding out his hand, "I know you have to go. I understand! But I'm going with you."

"Absolutely not," Harry responded, "As you said, this is clearly a trap and I'm not putting anyone else in danger."

"Is everything alright, Harry?" came Dumbledore's sudden voice. Harry looked up and stopped himself from meeting Dumbledore's gaze just in time. He wasn't about to allow Dumbledore a peak in his mind, especially when he was undoubtedly too emotional to block him.

"No," he said honestly, "Severus hasn't returned and now Professor Bell comes back without him. What am I supposed to think?"

"Severus seems to have been taken but we will sort this out," Dumbledore said, "I will help him, this I promise."

"How?" Harry asked. This time, his eyes sought Dumbledore's in desperation but he didn't feel the tell-tale sign of a Legilimens in his mind. "You don't even know where he is."

"I will work something out," Dumbledore said, placing a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry noticed that Draco was looking back and forth between Harry and Dumbledore as if looking for a sign as to what to do or say but he didn't speak a word.

"Fine," Harry said. He turned around and walked away brusquely with Draco on his tail, leaving a concerned Dumbledore in his wake.

"Harry," Draco urged again, "We need a plan."

"There is no 'we' Draco," Harry said sternly, "I'm going alone and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Oh, isn't there?" Draco said slyly, "I'm going with you and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Petrificus Totalus," Harry snarled, his wand raised in the blink of an eye. But Draco was not bad himself. He had raised a shield just in time to protect himself and the spell fell flat.

"You imbecile," Draco growled, "Would you stop for just a few minutes to think about what you're doing?"

"And what happens to Severus in those minutes?" Harry asked as he kept walking, "You've experienced the Cruciatus curse, you know what a few minutes of that feels like."

This time, Draco grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and whirled him around, forcing the distraught Gryffindor to look at him.

"You're only going to get yourself killed at this rate," Draco said in exasperation, "Do you believe – even for a second – that they're going to let Severus go the minute you show up?"

"It's me they really want," Harry replied evenly.

"Oh, don't flatter yourself," Draco spat, "You're the boy-who-lived, that's true. But Snape is a traitor in their eyes. Not only that, but he was also a big part of the Dark Lord's demise." He sighed without releasing Harry and glanced towards the door they had just used to get out.

"I think you should tell Dumbledore. He will probably know what to do."

"If whoever is waiting for me sees Dumbledore, they will leave," Harry said, "I don't want to be responsible for Severus losing any fingers. He'll never forgive me for that."

"He would forgive you anything!" Draco replied harshly, "Especially the things that aren't your fault."

Harry shrugged himself loose but didn't continue walking. His desperate and forlorn expression now locked onto Draco's, seeking refuge in the calm and certain expression Draco wore.

"What do I do?" he asked, sounding very much lost.

Draco smiled slightly and casually sat down on the front steps, patting the space next to him for Harry to sit on.

"Let's figure that out," Draco said. Harry obediently sat next to the blonde and put his head in his hands, looking absolutely distressed.

"First of all," Draco said, "Stop worrying so much. Yes, Bellatrix is batshit crazy but Snape has been in these kinds of situations often enough. Not only does he know how to get out of them, he is also perfectly capable of ignoring the pain."

"I don't want him to have to, though," Harry frowned, "Those days are supposed to be behind us. Why is it always us?"

"It's not," Draco replied, "They went after a whole bunch of muggles first."

Harry didn't know what to reply to that so he just nodded dejectedly.

"Now. We know that Bellatrix is among the group. She's dangerous but predictable. It's highly unlikely that she has some scheme going on that's multi-layered and complicated. The problem is that she's probably not alone."

"No," Harry agreed, "There's at least one more death eater among her group. That guest she was speaking of."

"Exactly," Draco said, "Not only that but if I believe the articles written about the slaughter of those muggles – as it has been portrayed in many different newspapers – I can honestly say that Greyback is probably among them as well."

"How can you tell?" Harry asked.

"Once you have seen the way Greyback works, you can recognize it immediately," Draco responded darkly. "However, I very much doubt that even Bellatrix is stupid enough to send Greyback out into Hogsmeade. The man has no self-control and would be a liability. Chances are that if he – for example – saw Dumbledore emerge, that he would sooner attack than retreat as Bellatrix promised they would do. Therefore, I think it's safe to conclude that there's at least three of them.

"That puts us at a disadvantage," Harry said.

"I should say so," Draco agreed, "Especially since Snape has no doubt been disarmed. That's why I think we should bring an extra wand for him to use just in case we can manage to slip it to him."

"Where are we going to find one?" Harry asked.

"I'll swipe one from the firsties," Draco said dutifully.

"As for Dumbledore," Draco then said, "Do we have any Polyjuice lying around here, perchance."

Harry was very much aware of the stock and inventory of both the school's potions and those of Snape. At home, he might have some but here at Hogwarts he most decidedly didn't. So he shook his head.

"That's a shame," Draco said, "And we can't very well wait a month to brew some. So I guess you're right and that we can't ask Dumbledore for help. Would you be open to asking Professor Bell what happened, though? It would save us the time of asking around."

"I guess that's not a bad idea," Harry admitted, "We just can't tell her what we're doing."

"Maybe not yet," Draco agreed, "I would, however, advise you to let Dumbledore know what we're doing before we actually meet up with this death eater, at least. Maybe you can send a Patronus his way once we're ready to go? I know you can cast that modification that allows for communication."

"I can do that," Harry said, "It should give us enough time."

"Okay, so that's settled then," Draco said, "I'm going to get myself an extra wand and afterwards, we'll go talk to Bell."

"Or I do that while you go get that wand," Harry offered, wanting to waste as little time as possible.

"I could recognize our opponents from her description if it's good enough," Draco explained, "You could probably not."

Harry growled under his breath, knowing that Draco was right.

"Fine," he said, "But hurry up, okay?"

Without another word, Draco darted across the hallway, heading to the dungeons. For a moment, Harry considered going by himself, after all, leaving Draco safe at Hogwarts but he knew that he needed the blonde's help. Especially if he wanted to get both him and Snape out of there alive.

Frustrated with his own lack of cunning, Harry crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for Draco's speedy return. Before the Slytherin could, though, Professor Bell exited the great hall and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Harry.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Are you waiting for someone?"

Harry uncrossed his arms and met Bell's worried gaze.

"Yeah," he admitted, "I'm waiting for Draco."

"Well, while I have you here, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am."

"What for, Professor?"

"For letting them – wait, do you even know what happened?"

"No, I don't," Harry admitted, "I would appreciate it if you could tell me when Draco gets here though. He's Professor Snape's godson and is also very worried about him."

"Of course," she said.

They stood in awkward silence for about ten minutes, waiting for the Slytherin to return. Harry noticed that Bell was injured. Nothing too bad but she sported a fairly large bruise near her collarbone and she had a nasty cut above her right eye.

"I'm back," Draco announced, drawing Harry out of his thoughts. "Oh, Professor," he added.

"Mr Malfoy," Bell greeted courteously, "I thought it would be fair of me to tell you both what happened back in Hogsmeade."

"That would be appreciated," Draco replied. Harry looked at her expectantly.

"We were going to the apothecary, you see," she said, "To pick up some rare ingredient but it soon became clear that Mr Pippin did not, in fact, have the jewel but had lured Professor Snape into a trap."

She swallowed thickly and frowned as she continued. "Anyone would recognise Bellatrix Lestrange from the papers," she said softly, "As well as that foul werewolf, Greyback. There were two others whom I didn't recognize. Greyback grabbed me but I managed to escape him. I wanted to help. I really did! But Sev – Professor Snape basically threw me out of the apothecary. By the time I was able to rush back inside, they were gone."

"It was not your fault, Professor," Harry said.

Bell smiled at him wryly. "Thank you, Harry, but I can't help but feel somewhat responsible. Perhaps if Severus hadn't taken the time to get me out of harm's way, he would have been able to save himself."

"Not from four death eaters," Harry said softly, "Not when they had planned for this so obviously."

Harry took a shuddering breath, clenching his fists tightly. He had shopped at Mr Pippin's often and had always thought the man to be kind and respectful. How could he have betrayed Snape like that?

"Did Mr Pippin say why he did what he did?" Harry asked softly, anger obvious in his voice.

"His daughter was taken," Bell replied darkly, "He was promised her return after tricking Snape but by the time I left, they still hadn't."

"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned, "What is wrong with those people?"

"Could you describe the two death eaters you didn't recognize?" Draco asked.

"One was a tall, thickset man with very dark hair," Bell replied, "And the other man was quite thin, the same dark hair as the other."

"The Lestrange brothers," Draco hissed, "That makes sense, I guess. Rodolphus is married to Bellatrix, after all."

"What a fool," Harry spat.

"Yeah well, they all are," Draco said. "Thanks for the information, Professor."

"I just know that professor Dumbledore will find him," Bell said encouragingly. Harry thought she might even be believing her own words and he was not about to disillusion her of that notion.

"Yes," he replied, "He will."

Bell nodded, glanced over Draco and Harry one last time and hurried back inside the great hall, no doubt to talk with Dumbledore some more.

"Get your invisibility cloak and we can be off," Draco said.

"They are expecting me, you know," Harry replied flatly.

"Not for you, you dunce," Draco spat, "For me. Whatever advantage we can get, we should take, don't you think?"

"You're right, of course," Harry said, "I'm sorry. I'm not thinking straight. I'm just so –"

"I'm worried as well," Draco interjected, "But we can do this. Get your cloak and meet me outside the castle. Someone is bound to ask questions if I linger here."

"Right," Harry nodded and went to retrieve his cloak.

Amazingly enough, Ron had still been asleep. So all Harry had to do was not make any noise and get his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. Luck must've been on his side because the redhead merely turned around in his sleep, chewing on his pillow as he mumbled something incoherently.

Hermione had not been around either so Harry had quickly made his way back out of the tower and down to the castle gates.

When he met Draco's gaze, the two boys nodded to each other in understanding and Harry handed over his cloak.

"I think it's best that I wear it immediately," Draco said, "We can't know just where our escort will be and from how far away they can see our approach. I'll keep a hand on your shoulder at all times so I am apparated with you, even if it should happen suddenly.

"Sounds like a plan," Harry replied shortly. He was quite sick of talking already. The thought of Snape in more pain with every precious second they were wasting, made him physically ill. As soon as he felt Draco's hand on his shoulder, he started walking. Neither of them said another word until they reached Hogsmeade.

Before they entered the town, Harry dutifully cast his Patronus and told it to tell Dumbledore that he and Draco were going to save Snape and to perhaps have some medical attention at the ready in Hogsmeade.

Harry heard Draco take a deep breath as if the boy was steeling himself for what was to come. The hand on his shoulder was trembling slightly but Harry could not blame the boy. He was pretty nervous himself.

In a flash, Snape's warning to just ignore the letter flashed through Harry's mind and he chuckled wryly to himself. Hopefully, they would both be able to get out of there alive enough for Harry to take his punishment in stride.

A slight shove from behind him urged Harry to keep on walking. The boy looked around, half expecting to be jumped at any moment but saw no one.

"Harry!" came a sudden jovial voice that Harry didn't recognize. He looked to his right to see a thin man with dark hair approaching him with a big grin on his face. Draco's hand tightened on his shoulder, warning Harry of the presence of the death eater.

"So good of you to come," the man said happily, "Follow me if you please."

Harry didn't say a word but followed the man into a narrow alleyway that seemed to be completely deserted.

"You didn't bring a plus one?" the man asked and Harry thought he saw disappointment in his eyes. Fewer people for him to torture and kill, he supposed.

"Well, I'm Rabastan and I will be your escort today." He elegantly extended his arm towards Harry who took it without a doubt in his mind. The only thought that went through his head was that it was rather odd for the death eater not to take away his wand but he counted his blessings and just went with it.

The feeling of being sucked through a narrow tube was one he would never be able to get used to. He felt the hand on his shoulder grasp him very firmly and was very relieved when his feet finally met with solid ground.

The first thing he heard was the same maniacal cackle he had heard the night Sirius was killed. It made him want to just walk up to the witch it originated from and snap her neck just to shut her up.

Instead, he stood calm and collected, awaiting what would happen next. Draco had let go of Harry's shoulder and his presence had gone away. Wherever the boy had skulked off to, Harry didn't know. But he trusted in Draco's abilities.

"Hello, Potty!" Bellatrix greeted cheerfully, "So nice of you to join the party! I was wondering if you would show up today."

Harry glared at her darkly before allowing his gaze to roam across the area. Right next to him stood Rabastan who had been kind enough to introduce himself. Bellatrix stood about ten feet in front of him with Greyback to her right and Rodolphus to her left. Near the edge of the clearing lay the body of a young girl. Harry could not tell if she was alive or not. Probably not. On the other side of the clearing lay Snape, slumped against a tree. His eyes were wide-open and spat fire in Harry's direction. Worry overcame Harry when he noticed the pained way in which Snape carried himself, the blood that was smeared across his skin and the fact that the man hadn't uttered a word yet.

"I can see that you missed him," Bellatrix teased when she caught Harry staring, "Don't worry. He's still in one piece. Mostly."

She laughed again and threw something in Harry's direction. It landed in front of him and Harry clenched his jaw when he recognized it for what it was. A finger.

"You're a monster," Harry said, "Just as much as Tom was."

Bellatrix stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes at Harry.

"You dare!" she screeched, "You dare refer to him by his father's name. He hated that name."

Harry shrugged. "He hated many things. By that standard, there isn't all that much we can talk about anymore."

Greyback frowned and for a second he looked over his shoulder as if inspecting Snape. Harry panicked for a second, thinking he might have heard something but when Bellatrix shrieked again, he returned his attention to her.

"You won't be talking much at all anymore, Potty," Bellatrix spat, "But don't worry. Soon you will see that godfather of yours again."

"I will make you beg for your life," Harry growled, "Just like I made Tom beg for his."

"You LIE!" Bellatrix shrieked so loudly that both death eaters behind her took a step back. "He would NEVER beg for mercy!"

"Ah, but you weren't there now, were you?" Harry said cheekily, "No, he died all alone. Surrounded by his enemies. We crushed him, you know. We crushed his body and his spirit."

"I don't believe you," Bellatrix cried, covering her ears with her hands and stomping her feet as if she was throwing some kind of tantrum. "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!"

Harry kept his eyes trained on Bellatrix but noticed it when Snape stiffened nonetheless. Draco must've made it to him.

Snape didn't know if he should be furious with Harry for falling for what could only have been a trap without even thinking of bringing any back-up or saddened by the fact that he was here and would now most likely suffer the same fate he had.

He wanted to move. To manoeuvre himself to stand with his son if at all possible, but even if his body would have been willing to cooperate, he was magically bound to the tree he was sitting against. He couldn't even speak to Harry with the curse that bound his lips together.

He winced when Bellatrix started screaming at Harry. Greyback glanced over to him for a second, as if to check if he was still there but where would they even suspect him to go now? Snape allowed his gaze to wander, desperately searching for a way out. If he could only access his wand but it had been snatched and stowed in Bellatrix robes somewhere.

Why was Harry egging that lunatic of a woman on? Now she was screaming at him at the top of her lungs and the boy just stood there, looking as cocky as ever. He had his wand in his hand. Rabastan didn't take it from him? Good. Perhaps he could count on the man just yet.

He stiffened when he felt another presence in his direct vicinity. Something touched his hand but he couldn't see it. Despite his restraints, Snape smiled lightly. Harry had brought someone. Sneakily, a wand was slipped into his hand, which he hid away instantly. He performed a series of short wand movements, trying to remain inconspicuous as he did, removing the bonds that bound him to the tree.

He glanced towards his adversaries, making sure that they hadn't noticed. When he was satisfied that their attention was on Harry entirely, he focused on removing the curse from his lips. It too fell to his expertise.

Excellent. Things were suddenly moving at a much faster pace than he had anticipated but he could work with this. His eyes searched Rabastan's and found them immediately. It was as if the man was waiting for him. When their eyes met, Snape flicked his gaze towards Rodolphus and glanced back at Rabastan, glaring fiercely. He did this a couple of times before Rabastan nodded ever so slightly, only enough to be noticed by someone looking for it.

Harry seemed to have noticed that Snape was good to go. Or at least, as good to go as he could possibly be a the moment. The boy raised his wand while Bellatrix was still shrieking, her attention severely diverted and shouted.

"Expelliarmus!"

As distracted as Bellatrix was, that might have been effective had Greyback not lunged forward at that exact moment, knocking Bellatrix off balance but also out of the way.

"You didn't take his wand?' Bellatrix screeched but her attention could not stay on Rabastan too long for she was almost hit with a stunning hex from behind which she only narrowly managed to dodge, partially because of Greyback's earlier interference. Rodolphus was about to help Bellatrix out but Rabastan moved to the left of Harry so he was in his brother's line of sight and struck him with a stunning hex that easily hit its mark.

Greyback might have been a wizard, but he was also a werewolf. And where Remus always did his best to suppress the beast within, Greyback was clearly more the type to embrace it. Which is why – rather than brandishing his wand – he had leapt forward and nearly grabbed Harry by the throat. The boy was fast enough to evade the man's grabby hands and dodged to the side.

He cast a nonverbal stunning hex in the werewolf's direction. Greyback twisted his body slightly, causing the hex to fly right by his shoulder. He growled and lunged forward again but Harry cast a shield charm which Greyback slammed into harshly. Enraged, he shouted all sorts of profanities while Harry took some more steps backwards to increase the distance between him and his opponent. If he would happen to end up in close combat with this man, it would all be over within seconds.

Meanwhile, Bellatrix was doing her best to dodge hexes that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She tried to give as good as she got but only managed to blast the trees in the distance, missing whatever target was hiding from her. Snape had carefully righted himself, still leaning against that tree and aimed his wand, trying to keep his hands steady but not quite succeeding.

"Sectumsempra," he roared and a cutting curse – that seemed to come as a complete surprise – severed the index finger of Bellatrix' left hand as well as a portion of her middle finger. She screeched in either pain or range when she aimed her wand at Snape.

"Time for you to DIE!" she screamed, aiming her wand at Snape's chest but before she could utter her next spell, she was forced to dodge another curse that was thrown her way out of nowhere.

"Coward!" she yelled, "Show yourself before I slaughter you for your impudence!"

Harry tried as best he could to ignore Bellatrix screeching. The enemy he was facing was not to be trifled with. He wasn't sure what exactly had caused Rabastan to curse his own brother and withdraw from the fight, but he was very thankful for the apparent change in allegiances. By now, Greyback had drawn his wand and was firing blasting curse after blasting curse Harry's way. While not refined, there was a large amount of force behind each spell and it was all Harry could do to keep himself from falling to the ground, even when erecting a proper shield.

When Greyback cast the killing curse, Harry dove aside, seeking shelter behind a nearby tree. He wouldn't let the werewolf advance on him though, so he took a chance and cast a nonverbal 'Incendio' in his way.

Greyback was taken by surprise and hissed painfully when his arm was set ablaze but he cast a quick Aguamenti and doused the flames. Soon after, another blasting curse was thrown Harry's way and he made the wise decision to leap forward because the tree he was seeking shelter behind was ripped to shreds.

"Impetus Tempestatis!" Bellatrix screeched. She lifted her wand above her head and made large, exaggerated circles in the air. A forceful wind appeared and picked up speed, swaying the trees dangerously and causing all sorts of loose branches and debris to take flight. Unfortunately, so did Harry's invisibility cloak, revealing Draco beneath it.

"You!" Bellatrix yelled, beside herself with rage. "Another traitor joined the party!"

Draco ignored her and tried getting her with another stunning hex but was too slow. Bellatrix retaliated but was met with Draco's shield.

Harry dodged curse after curse, firing back whatever he could. Many of his spells hit their target, wounding Greyback severely but the man didn't seem at all fazed by his injuries. They only seemed to enrage him more. No words or intelligent taunts came from him. There was only the snarling of a mad beast. With all this dodging, Harry was coming dangerously close to the area where Draco and Snape were fighting. And Snape did not look as if he would be able to fend off a raging werewolf as well as a maddened Bellatrix.

"Stricta!" Harry bellowed, aiming true. Greyback suddenly halted his progress, his body engulfed by a large black sphere that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Harry knew it would only be temporary though. Satisfied that his distraction would probably last long enough, Harry focused on the tall oak tree behind him.

"Vivet Arbor," he chanted, placing his wand against the trunk of the tree in a horizontal fashion. Greyback was pounding against the black sphere that surrounded him, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as he raged. He had become so feral that he was injuring himself as he tried to claw his way out of his prison. Harry tried not to allow the werewolf to break his concentration. He focused as hard as he could, chanting the spell over and over again until he heard a snap, followed by the thunderous footsteps of the furious death eater, ready to tear him to pieces.

Harry removed his wand and prepared to raise a shield, painfully aware that he would be too late when the werewolf was once again stopped in mid-air. Thick branches curled around Greyback's limbs as they raised the man into the air. For the first time since the start of the battle, Harry could detect fear on Greyback's face. Good. This fear must have been what all the muggles had felt when he tore them to shreds.

Harry looked on without remorse as the tree tightened its grip and pulled strongly. Harry could hear the snapping of tendons, the breaking of bones and the tearing of flesh. With one gruesome yank, the tree had effectively torn off Greyback's right arm. Blood streamed freely as the werewolf howled in pain. But Harry was not yet finished. The tree retained its hold on Greyback's legs and pulled harshly in opposite directions. It was not soon after that the right leg gave way with an audible pop of the thighbone that was removed from its socket. This limb too was carelessly tossed aside. More blood erupted from the werewolf's body and Harry knew that he would not live long. The tree froze again with the death eater still in its grasp as he slowly bled out. Harry walked away, refocusing his attention on Bellatrix.

All three parties involved in the fight were injured and Harry noticed that Snape could barely stand. A whirlwind swirled around Bellatrix, effectively shielding her from most attacks but preventing her from doing any further damage herself.

"Give it up, Bellatrix," Harry yelled in an attempt to raise his voice above the sound of the harsh winds. "Your werewolf is dead. Your lackies have abandoned you., You're all alone."

"NO!" she screeched, "I will never be alone! I have HIM!"

"He is dead!" Harry responded, "There is only one more option for you and that is Azkaban."

Bellatrix laughed uncontrollably, the strong winds only picking up in speed.

"I will never go to Azkaban, boy!" she cried out, "But you will find yourself dead! And so will those traitors behind you!"

Snape slumped somewhat against the tree and Bellatrix seemed to see this as her chance. With a flick of her wand, she stopped the whirlwind, debris flying in every which way due to the momentum it had.

"Frango!" Bellatrix cried, aiming her wand in Snape's direction but Harry was faster. He leapt to the right so he was closer to his father and cast a nonverbal Protego. The spell rebounded on Bellatrix who shrieked and narrowly dodged. A crack seemed to appear in her wand.

"Secare!" Came the next hex. Harry blocked it easily while he approached the witch in front of him. Bellatrix seemed to have lost her mind entirely and the spells she cast were as unhinged and unfocused as she was.

"Bombos," she cried and Harry reflected it again, taking more steps in her direction, glowing with a confidence he didn't know he had. More of the wand's wood splintered in Bellatrix' hand.

"Give it up," Harry said coldly. "You lost."

"Avada Kedavra!"

At point-blank range, it was impossible for Harry to dodge the killing curse. His eyes widened when he realized that his life was over. Somewhere to his right, he could hear Draco scream and suddenly his vision was filled with nothing but green light.

When the light faded, the lifeless body of Bellatrix Lestrange lay in an inelegant heap before him, her wand broken in half.

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