Chapter 1
"Witches! And magic, evil spells! Yes, that’s what it is. Them Ministry folk just want to say things like it was engineering problems or a freak accident. I don’t believe a word of it. It was witches I tell ya! Witches!” Robert Harding shouted to the crowd at the bar. For they were all talking about all of the weird things that have happened this past week.
“Witches? Do you honestly expect us to believe that?” said one man standing up.
“You would rather believe the cock and bull stuff the Ministry has been coming out with, eh?”
“Your nuts, you should be thrown into an insane asylum!”
“I have already been to one, thank you very much and they say I am just as sane as anyone else here, I just know the truth here and isn’t believing any more lies from the Ministry.” Harding said. “Its those witches, and I am not giving up my argument until somebody can prove to me that there are no more witches in these parts, can you prove that?”
No one answered him, they all just looked at him in horror.
“Tell me,” he started, finally gaining more awareness. “How did the Brockdale Bridge, just fall into pieces. Why are the murder rates up so high within a few weeks, they have skyrocketed, not to mention that all of the recent murders have been on a person known to have been very strange to society. I knew miss Bones very well under certain circumstances. She was always acting very abnormal around me. How do you believe that the devastation in the west country was a freak accident? A hurricane they are saying. With our technology now a days and the simple fact that the chances of a hurricane getting this far north, pish posh.
What about all this darkness and fog and why is it so cold in the middle of July? Witches.”
With that he stormed out of the bar and walked to his truck.
Robert P. Harding
Witch Hunting Specialist
Those were the words pasted on the side of his truck, not to mention all this equipment coming out here and there on his vehicle. Instruments he called them.
But that was over a year ago now. Robert Harding was no longer considered a freak to some people. Now he was their leader. He had finally convinced enough people to have his own company. He knew that one of these days he would catch something. Sure he had already confiscated as he liked to call it rather than stealing, some materials that were definitely owned by a witch.
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade Two), A pewter cauldron, and an old broken wand that had weird tape all over it. Not to mention a letter with a seal on it. The seal of the Ministry of Magic. This had been his proof for a lot of his supporters and co- workers. It was just a matter of time before he would actually catch not only a witch’s possessions but a witch herself.
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The Wizarding World was in utter chaos, it had been two days since the fall of Voldemort, certain departments of the Ministry were still under control of the Death Eaters. The very few Death Eaters that were still at large knew that they would be caught sooner or later so instead they decided to try and put the Wizarding world in even more chaos if possible. They were running around mad in London in the middle of rush hour, charming light posts and hexing people. Not to mention blowing up cars and robbing banks magically. For one thing the Ministry was in shambles and could not perform it’s main priority which was to keep the muggles from realizing that they still exist. If this didn’t alert the witch hunter they didn’t know what would. But that was a few good weeks ago now. The remaining Dementors came back into the control of the Ministry and went back to Azkaban. The Auror office was finally purged and it was fully operational now and tracking down any other loose Death Eaters. Harry had helped in a very huge way in doing this. The Obliviators were attempting to track down any of the witch hunters that they could find. The problem was that there were far too many since recent events and their population was dying out extremely fast. If the Wizarding World wasn’t coming straight out of a war that had stolen the lives of many, many wizards and witches then it may not have been a problem, but the fact that the Ministry was already short handed and the sudden growth in the awareness of their presence upon muggles, the Magical world was one step away from annihilation.
There was sudden but very light cough. The Prime Minister looked up, he knew the cough but had desperately wanted to think it was his imagination. Then something coughed again. The Prime Minister looked up again, knowing that it was inevitable. The little man in the portrait suddenly started speaking,
“To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Urgent we speak. Please respond immediately. Sincerely Kingsley Shacklebolt.”
“Shacklebolt? What the devil does he want?”
“Kindly respond immediately,” the portrait said again.
“Yes, yes send him in.”
He looked to the door, expecting to see him enter that way, since he was supposed to be working in the secretary office just below, but was not surprised to see emerald flames go up in the fireplace and him come walking out that way.
“Well Shacklebolt, you needed to speak with me?”
“Yes, Minister. I have come to inform you that Lord Voldemort has just been killed. He is gone.”
“Excellent, will this mean that I can go back to running my country without having to worry about an invisible war going on around me?”
“Yes, and I will be having to retire from my current position in your office. I will be temporarily replaced by a Miss Hermione Granger until every danger has passed for you. Then you will be able to hire your own secretary. I am currently the temporary Minister of Magic, and I need you to abide by these circumstances for just a little longer.”
“If this means an end to all of this chaos, then I will of course abide for a while longer.”
“Good, now I must return to the Ministry, we still have some pruning to do to make sure all of Voldemort’s followers are sent to Azkaban, where they belong. I may have to visit again later this week. Some problems have arisen and if they are not controlled very soon, I am afraid that we will be in serious trouble for sure. Goodnight Minister.”
Kingsley threw a handful of powder into the fireplace and walked into it disappearing and re-appearing in his office.
‘What could be worse than a war? What was Kingsley scared of?’ the Prime Minister thought after he left.
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The Prime Minister found out that very next morning when he got his morning Newspaper. The Headline was on recent mysterious deaths. In fact there had been twenty deaths just last night in the north country, all of the victims had some sort of weird possession on them however. A wand, a broomstick, or a spell book. Each victim had a cloak on as if they were all dressed up as witches or wizards. This all had opened up the slight suspicion of witch hunters. The weirdest of it all though was that the causes of death were unknown. They all looked perfectly healthy except for the fact that they were all dead. The doctors and investigators all were stumped. This problem persisted though, every day there were at least five deaths, all ending up the same way, dressed in cloaks, carrying an object that seemed magical and had no signs of death marked on them. Finally after four nights of this, Shacklebolt came to call again to the Prime Minister.
“What is going on Kingsley?”
“The Wizarding World is in shambles, witch hunters have found out about our existence and some of our whereabouts. Each wizarding family is to put muggle repelling charms all over their properties at night and to leave at least one on their estate at all times. Our worst fear has been realized. You, as in the muggles, have found out about us all, and we are in danger. Our very existence lies in our ability to remain hidden, but even so, our population has decreased rapidly. The students at Hogwarts, I believe you are familiar with Hogwarts dear Minister?”
“Yes, yes, it is your school in which you teach magic to teenagers.”
“Yes, three years ago the population at Hogwarts was over five thousand students and teachers. It has slowly decreased as our mothers and fathers get killed and do not have children. Let alone that some of the students were killed in the war. The number of students at Hogwarts now, including the teachers is below two thousand. This includes muggleborns though, that is muggles who have magical ability. And the approximate number of them is two hundred students. So do you see our dilemma, Minister? We are all dying out, if this continues there will be no more wizards and witches in Briatain, which opens you up for attack from other country’s wizarding community. Do you understand that if we all die out, Britain will be attacked and overcome by one of your enemies. Do you really want this country, which has had a marvelous history being invaded by another country and take it over? And let alone it would be in your time as Prime Minister that this history takes place. Minister, we are dying out and it is because of these witch hunters. I do not have authority over them since they are muggles, even though I detect that they have small amounts of magical blood, since they are using wizards and witches wands to kill off our people. Either way, I still have no control over them, but you do. I hope that I made my point and an impression upon your course of action, Minister. Please don’t let us down. Goodnight, Minister.”
“Wait, if you are only losing about five people a night, yes it is sad, but how is that hurting you so badly?”
“The papers are wrong minister, we are covering up as much as possible to prevent further awareness, but we can’t cover everything up. Minister, these hunters are very skilled in their ways, and they have behind the scenes help from Death Eaters. Our numbers are far worse than five a night, Minister. Try fifty a night. Most seem to be kids too, and if we lose our kids, we lose the future population. Do you see now Minister?”
Kingsley stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Within a few seconds he was gone, leaving the Minister to his thoughts of how to stop the witch hunters, but staying within the law. He didn’t have enough evidence to pin the murdering of children on them or let alone the murders of adults. He had to think of some way of stopping them but not making it obvious that he knew about the magical world and what they were doing. He kept thinking hard, until he fell asleep.
The next morning he woke very early, and started to get some ideas on how to stop the hunters, although most of them were nearly impossible. He was starting to get a headache when the telephone rang and he was told that his meeting with his new secretary was about to start. He got up and walked down to meet a young girl who was surprisingly young for what he had been expecting.
“You are Miss Granger, then are you?” he asked.
“Yes, Minister. I trust you know he pretences in which I am working here for?”
“Yes, my new secretary and body guard, are also a whatever Kingsley was. Annor or something like that?”
“Do you mean Auror?”
“Yes that.”
“No, I am not. Actually this would be my first real job.”
“Then how are you supposed to guard me when you have no training or anything?”
“I do have training, I was a leader in the war and I have just come fresh from my final year of Hogwarts. The Ministry trusts me, besides I am only your visible body guard, there are others, you know, they just keep watch from a far.”
“Oh, I see. Well as long as your work is acceptable you are hired, but if I…”
“You don’t have to worry about anything Minister.”
“How old are you?”
“I just turned eighteen about two weeks ago.”
“They send a teenager to be my body guard, they are nutters,” he mumbled as he walked out the door back to his office.
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Weeks passed and the problem persisted. Kingsley Shacklebolt had been replaced by Colin Knight, the old Head for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The Captain of the Head Magical Law Enforcement Squad had replaced him, and Kingsley went back to the Auror office.
Introduction to the prime Minister and Colin went well and very quick, The Prime Minister had managed to pass a law that Witch hunters would have to register and have tracking devices placed on their truck. He had also passed a law that you had to have a license to do such work. This upset the many hunters but yet they still didn’t quit, but they did start having a few goes at the way the Prime Minister was handling things.
Even though the problem slowed since many precautions were made it still persisted and The ministry had no choice but to bring up a bill that had been known for a while, but nobody seemed to want to invoke it. Finally, the ministry had no choice.
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A important and mandatory meeting of the Wizengamot was in order just a few days after the death of Muriel Weasley. A Marriage Law was in the bin and ready to be voted on. The Ministry hoped that it would give the population a small boost, enabling hem to find other ways of stopping the attacks.
“All those in favor of passing said Marriage Law raise your hand.” Many members of the Wizengamot raised their hands. “All those in favor of rejecting said Marriage Law raise your hand.”
The vote was in. The Marriage Law had won by five votes.
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“I still can’t believe that the Ministry has no idea how these muggles keep killing these witches and wizards. Heck, to believe that a muggle could have killed Romilda Vane’s mother.” Ron said, as he flipped the page from the obituaries which were now a full page and sometimes two, to the comics.
Harry knew that the Vane’s had come from a long chain of very good witches and wizards.
“How are these muggles killing us without using guns? It’s almost as if we are fighting Voldmeort again, but worse, Voldemort only wanted muggleborns and anyone close to me dead, he wanted to purify the wizard race, not destroy it. These guys want us all dead. If the Ministry doesn’t take action soon, we are all going to end up annihilated.”
As Harry said this Ginny looked up from her coffee, she couldn’t help but seeing the title of an article in her brother’s newspaper. She snatched the paper from Ron’s hands and started reading the article that Ron and Harry must have missed. It was on the front page but to the side.
“Oh my…” she said. “How did you guys miss this?”
She turned the paper to their eyes. There in black letters were the words: Ministry Fights Population Decline; Invokes Marriage Law.
Chapter 2: The Beginning of Chaos
1300 A.D. (Under English rule, Welsh natives persecuted)
Jonathan Harding was a very respectable boy, he was an English teenager living in a Welsh city called Conwy. His father was a servant in the castle and his mother quilted for some extra money on the side. Nobody ever disliked Jonathan or his family, nobody but one welsh boy named Peter. He was determined to get Jonathan into trouble, somehow due to the fact that Jonathan always picked Peter out just to make fun of him when at the park or just taking a walk with a bunch of friends. Peter of course knew English although his parents did not wish him to have used it anywhere except at school. Peter was a wizard, a wizard fresh from his second year at Dragon’s Academy of Magic hidden deep within the Welsh mountains. There was no Statute of Secrecy to stop him from performing magic, just the fact that the British hated the Welsh enough and if a welsh boy was found to be a wizard they would guarantee him a spot tied to the stake to burn. He had heard rumors that they had caught another witch and were planning on burning her at the stake in just a few weeks time. This was enough to scare anybody, especially for a second year student, they didn’t learn flame freezing charms until fourth year. Their second to last year at the academy. Either way Peter was very afraid of Jonathan due to their family helping with two of the last three witch catches. Peter was walking home from hanging out at the park when he saw something he least expected. An owl, in the middle of the day. He was only eleven years old and never saw an owl before. ( Welsh magic school started very early due to the defense needed sometimes for the horrible persecution during the middle ages to the Welsh, also the fact that people married very early.) Peter of course followed it, he was a very curious kid. After following it for a few minutes, peter realized it was going to Jonathan’s house. Peter decided to take the chance, he followed it even still, on the Harding’s property. This was a mistake. The back door of the house burst open and Jonathan and his family ran out of the house, they all had sticks in their hands. These Peter recognized were wands. He drew his own out and ran after them. Jonathan saw him and alerted his family. They all reached a shed on a field out side of the town walls, and before they could shut the door, Peter slipped inside. Jonathan’s mother and father started digging in the ground, apparently looking for something, while Jonathan’s brothers and sisters took care of Peter.
“Your wizards and witches!”
“Yeah that’s right, Puny Peter, we are, and I am about to blast you through the castle walls, if you don’t get away from me.”
“You sold other witches and wizards to the English king, that’s tyranny against the code of Merlin.”
“Nobody cares about the code of Merlin anymore, Peter, and how do you know that?”
Peter waved his wand in front of them.
“You are all going to be executed, and I still care about the Code of Merlin. So there is somebody isn’t there. You can’t defend yourself, either, can you Jonathan? You haven’t started your schooling yet, have you?”
Jonathan’s face contorted. It was true, the only magic he and his siblings knew was easy things that their parents taught them, all except Warren, the eldest son, who had one year of schooling in. Their parents had been expelled at early ages and vowed revenge upon the wizards and witches of Britain by using their magic and knowledge of the magical world to capture other wizards and witches and to kill them off, one by one…
Peter easily disarmed every person there and had them up against the wall, waiting for he authorities who were supposed to be coming to come. For that was the reason for the sudden, “escape plan” made by the Harding family. The owl must have been a warning from an accomplice. Then without warning, it got dark, and not just dark but cold. Freezing cold, in the middle of summer.
The door burst open, there was a yell from Mr. Harding to Jonathan, a sucking and ticking sound and then a loud suck of air and the last thing any of them saw were black hooded figures swooping down on them and lowering their hoods and pressing upon their faces.
Present Time
Ministry Fights Population Decline; Invokes Marriage Law.
Last night the Ministry of Magic agreed to support a Marriage law to attempt to slow the rapidly decreasing numbers of witches and wizards in Britain. The law states that anybody over the age of fifteen must have a spouse or be in an unbreakable engagement. They are required, unless due to health or other issues that the Ministry will decide legitimate or not must give birth to at least three children before the age of twenty one. This law has not been finalized and the finer details are subject to change. The age zones that are effected by this law are presently 14 to 27. Age zone 28- 35 will have to meet more lenient requirements if the law gets fully enacted. “This will be a permanent law until we can get the population stable again, and nothing has been finalized yet so don’t get overly excited about it, in fact it still has the possibility of being completely scrapped, although I will advise that if you are affected by this to start thinking hard about it.” said a Ministry employee on the committee for this specific controversy. Other information is leading to the conclusion that for those few who may not obey the law, or if they cannot for some reason obtain a spouse there will be pre-arranged marriages set up by the Ministry and parents of the said peoples., there is also a possibility of male decision dominance.
The latest on this new law will be posted in the Evening Prophet tonight.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Ginny exclaimed after finishing the article.
“Ginny, it is pretty clear of what they are trying to do.” Ron answered sarcastically.
“IT’S A FIGURE OF SPEECH!…”
“I know, I know, I am just teasing you,”
“This isn’t a time for teasing, this is serious.”
“What so serious, you’ll marry Harry and Hermione will almost have no choice but to accept my proposal.”
Both Harry and Ginny blushed at this, they knew that they wanted to marry each other for the longest time, but they just didn’t want to hurry into it.
Harry stood up and said, “I have to go run some errands, I’ll see you two later then. Ginny, are we still on for tonight?”
“Yes, I’ll see you then,” she answered while standing up to kiss him good-bye.
Harry kissed her back and then walked out of the kitchen and house, leaving Ginny and Ron back in the house, a black velvet box bouncing around in his pocket, with his mother’s ring in it. He walked on down the street before turning on one heel and apparating to Diagon Alley.
Chapter 3: The Problem Growing Stronger
1300 A.D. Area of Present day Conwy, Wales
Last chapter:
(The door burst open, there was a yell from Mr. Harding to Jonathan, a sucking and ticking sound and then a loud suck of air and the last thing any of them saw were black hooded figures swooping down on them and lowering their hoods and pressing upon their faces.)
The ticking continued, it was growing louder and louder, and then with a rush of wind stopped. There was a blast of silver and the darkness and bitter cold was swallowed up by small rays sunlight and warmth, there was no shack or any sheep at all, there was only three people laying on the ground. In a large forest with only a small dirt path going through it. Those three people seemed to lay there for hours, barely moving until one of them finally stirred awake. It was Jonathan, who seemed to be searching for something. Then he found it , it was stuck to his bracelet, the thing that saved his life. A small chain with a time turner on it, this just happened to be different though, for it had a large black stone as the actual turning piece instead of the normal hour glass. This heirloom was passed down his family for generations and had been turned into a time turner for an escape device if they had been caught by the wizarding police, apparently it had worked, at least for him and one of his sisters, and … Peter! Peter’s finger was wrapped around one of the chain links. In his other hand was a wand. Jonathan moved over toward it inches from the wand ready to rip it out of Peter’s grasp when the wand moved and hit Jonathan in the chest with a simple pushing spell. This apparently had woken Peter up at last.
“What were you trying to do?” Peter asked.
“Your wand, its alive!” Jonathan half yelled in terror back at him.
“It’s a simple protection enchantment placed on it, all roman wands have it. They were the greatest wand makers in the world. Ollivander, he has Roman blood in him, that’s why you all think he is so great. This is one of the last pure Roman wands left, its ben in my family for ages, each time accepting its new master as long as its old master had died, so technically it pretty much could skip one to two generations at a time. So don’t mess with me, I have a very powerful wand on my side. Now where are we?”
“I don’t even know, I just turned it a few times. Carrie, are you ok?” The girl had finally woken and slowly got up.
“I’m ok, Jon. Where are we? Or actually when are we?”
“I don’t know but we are going to find out, the town should be that way.” They walked on through the forest, following the path, no one knew how long they had been walking until they came to water, an estuary.
“Well the town isn’t even a town yet, and the castle hasn’t even been started on yet, we must have gone way back, either way we have to cross, there seems to be a few huts over on that side.”
Peter said knowingly.
There was a small disturbance coming from behind them, they turned to look and then they knew no more as everything went black.
Present Time-
Harry landed just outside of Flourish and Blotts, just as he was about to walk into the store, he realized what was going on. There was fighting going on all around him. It looked like muggles. This suspicion was proved right just as Harry saw a rifle fly through the air. Harry pulled his wand out knowing exactly what he wanted to do. A huge bang erupted from Harry wand as a pink half sphere shot out and engulfed the entire area. He sealed the archway entrance that was the reason why muggles were coming in. Not only that but guns and knives and all metal objects were being drawn towards the top of the sphere. The muggles were defenseless now. Every wizard and witch that was still standing which were a very slim few circled the muggles which outnumbered all of them by at least three to one. Then the most unexpected thing happened. Almost a quarter of the supposed muggles disapparated, holding on to some of the others leaving only very few muggles left. Harry and a few others began to bind some of their captives with magical ropes and such and then moved them to sit out front of the Quidditch shop. Shortly after there were many sudden ‘pops’ of ministry employees arriving to settle the riot but to their disbelief they had come for hardly a reason. Other than to witness the many fallen bodies of witches and wizards and then send captured muggles that would only fill about fifty cells in the vast Azkaban prison. Nevertheless Kingsley thanked Harry for settling it and once again offered Harry a job.
“Harry, we really need someone with your reputation and ability to help us. Would you consider a ministry position?”
“I’m sorry Kingsley, I don’t work for the Ministry and I don’t think I ever will. I like where I am at. There is something you need to know though, you may or may not have heard yet from the other witnesses, but we aren’t just fighting ordinary muggles. Either some of them are wizards or they have been taught by wizards. I suspect death eaters, there are a few still out there.”
“Yes, Harry, but only a few, I don’t think that the death eaters are behind this, I think it is someone or something totally different, something that awoke when He-Who- Must- Not- Be- Named fell. Something far more greater than You-Know- Who and far more intelligent than Grindlewald. Our race is dying Harry, the Ministry is failing, and I honestly don’t know how to save it. Our Aurors are being killed left and right, our population is weakening even more every day, and we don’t know what is doing it. Not to mention the muggle Prime Minister isn’t helping with the constant nagging to find out what is going on too. Harry I need help. We need a leader, and you have the experience.” Kingsley finished staring directly into Harry’s emerald circles. It wasn’t a normal stare though it was different this time, this time it was steady and dominant. Harry concluded on what it meant as he stared back.
“What are you saying?” He replied, more firmly than for a question as he already knew the answer.
“If the Ministry is to fail, and there is nothing we can do to save it, Harry let the Phoenix fly once again, take up your position, and lead. I would much rather go down knowing that England’s Wizarding population will have another defense than going down with sure surrender. Harry, they will kill us all.”Then by quoting someone without really recognizing it Kingsley finished before walking away.
“Now comes the time to choose between what is right and what is easy, the Ministry is going to fall without you, so rise up with a new force, lead them.”Harry stood there watching as he walked away, and then the errand that he had to do came back to him and he walked away towards the jewelry store on the other side of the alley. As he was coming back, he caught site of a new flyer being posted up by Ministry decree.
BY MINSISTRY OF MAGIC DECREE
Any person who is between the ages of 14 to 20 will have a hearing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry tomorrow at 10:00 AM to discuss arrangements being made for marriage. All persons between those ages MUST attend the hearing and will have their arranged marriage set at that time. Any engaged couples between those ages must be present together at 8:00 AM to acknowledge that they have found a marriage partner. Some may be asked to be wed on that day for convenience. As an appreciation gift the Ministry will pay for the honeymoon and wedding there of. All details in the Evening Prophet.
This is in accordance with Ministry of Magic Statute 236 Decree 1 Clause 1
Ministry of Magic
Harry was stunned, he immediately ran to Madam Malkins to find a huge line outside, waiting for dress robes, almost all of them as Harry could see seemed to be engaged couples. He was almost thinking about trying a different robe store when he noticed Hermione flagging him down. She waved to him to come over to her.
“Hermione, Great to see you.”
“Great to see you too, what has it been? Almost two weeks now. Well, I need to know Harry, if Ron was going to propose to me or not?”
“Umm, wow Hermione, I mean I don’t know everything, Ron usually keeps that stuff unknown. Why do you know something else other than what those signs are saying?”
“Yes, The council already has the arrangements made for the marriages. If I don’t get engaged to Ron tonight, I am going to be placed with Neville.”
“Oh, yeah, umm that might be a problem.” he said sarcastically.
“That’s not all, Harry, you better act quickly as well. Ginny could possibly be placed with Dean Thomas. You are second on the list, the Hogwarts teachers voted on you two but the other representatives voted otherwise. They gave the Hogwart’s teachers some votes because they knew the students and could tell their personalities with compatibility or not.”
“Well the Ministry has gotten smarter but still, ok well thanks for the warning and you should come over for dinner later, its at six. See you then?”
“Sounds good, thanks Harry, then you could tell me what exactly happened today and why the one section of Diagon Alley is closed down.”
“Alright, wow the Ministry is even hushing that up. Well I have to get back in line.”
“No, no, just tell me what sizes you need, and I’ll get them for you, I’ll bring them over for dinner, besides you probably have some other business at the jewelry store. Right?”
“That’s funny because I just came from there. But I do need to do something else, thanks, Hermione. See you tonight at six.”
“Alright, hey what sizes do you need?”Harry wrote them down, and gave the piece of parchment to Hermione,
“That should be it. Thanks again.”He walked down towards Flourish and Blotts, he had to speak to someone, and he wanted it done now.
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