Y/Ns POV

I went to sleep that night after putting my crystal ball back in my bag, but when I woke up, it was almost as if I was in another place.

This is very strange indeed.

I turned around to see the figures of Hermione, Harry, and Ron standing next to me.

"Guys?" I asked. "Where are we?"

I received no answer as the figures disintegrated into a dozen pieces. I felt the ground beneath me disappear as I fell through once more.

Closing my eyes as the wind blew around me, I hit the ground softly.

As I woke up, I found myself in a strange house. It was very rustic, with wood splitting out of the seams, while also very ill tended.

I walked around the house before feeling myself drawn to the set of stairs, as I climbed the wooden stairs, I was led to a dark room. Inside the room were two figures, along with a large snake.

One of the figures I recognized quite clearly.

Peter Pettigrew.

He was sobbing and sniffling at the man sitting across from him, clutching tightly at his robes.

"You are very fortunate, Wormtail." The figure spoke. "Your blunder has not ruined everything."

"My lord." Pettigrew screeched. "My Lord, I am....I am so pleased.....and so sorry."

Voldemort.

"Unfortunately Nagini, I will not be feeding Wormtail to you after all." He said. "But never mind......never-mind..........never-mind......we have more pressing matters to attend to."

"My Lord?"

"The Potter boy you numbskull!" Voldemort scolded. "He must be dealt with along with L/N."

"Oh yes.........y-you are right my Lord."

"Do not forget what we have set in motion." Voldemort said as he caressed the snake. "And hopefully Wormtail, perhaps one more reminder of why I will no tolerate more insolence from you...."

"Please my Lord.....no.....I beg of you..."

"Begging will get you nowhere Wormtail." Voldemort sneered. "L/N's mother can attest to that."

I clenched my fist, storming straight to the room at the mention of my Mother, until Voldemort shot a spell towards Pettigrew.

"CRUCIO!"

Pettigrew screamed as he was hit with the spell, cringing and curling on the floor in pain as Voldemort laughed evilly.

Dream over

I shot up from my bed, sweat dripping from my forehead as I gazed around the Common Room.

Must have been a bad dream.

"You too?" Harry asked across from me.

"Voldemort." I said simply.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "I think he's in my head, I don't know about you though."

"I think we should go see Dumbledore, he'll probably know what we just saw."

Harry nodded as we slipped down the dormitory steps, walking out of the Common Room towards the Headmasters Office.

"Sherbet Lemon!" Harry said as the Gargoyle guarding the office sprung to life, gaining us access.

"Wasn't that the password last year?"

"Beats me, he was probably too lazy to change it this year."

Harry and I hurried into the staircase, escalating upwards towards Dumbledore's door, where we heard a booming conversation coming from inside.

"Dumbledore, I'm afraid I don't see the connection, don't see it at all!" Came the voice of Cornelius Fudge.

What is he doing here?

"Ludo says Bertha's perfectly capable of getting herself lost. I agree we would have expected to have found her by now, but all the same, we've seen no evidence of foul play, Dumbledore, none at all. As for her disappearance being linked with Barry Crouch's."

"And what do you think happened to Barth Crouch, Minister?" Came the voice of Professor Moody.

Again, what is he doing here?

"I see two possibilities, Alastor." Fudge continued. "Either Crouch has finally cracked, lost his mind, and gone wandering off somewhere."

"Pretty quick time to be wandering off, if that's the case, Cornelius." Dumbledore said calmly, as if he was trying to be exceptionally calm.

"Or else-well......well, I'll reserve judgement until after I've seen the place he was found, but you say it was past the Beaubaxtons carriage? Dumbledore, you know that that woman is?"

"I consider her to be a very able Headmistress-and an excellent dancer."

"Dumbledore, come! Don't you think you might be prejudiced in favor because of Hagrid? They don't all turn out to be harmless....if indeed you can call Hagrid harmless, with the monster fixation he's got."

"You have any idea what they're on about?" I asked Harry.

"After you left for detention, Krum pulled me into the forest to talk, and Crouch appeared." Harry replied. "He was acting very strange, and even attacked Krum, like he was confounded."

"Wow."

"Can we wrap up the discussion?" Moody asked in irritation.

"Yes, yes, let's go to the grounds, then." Fudge replied.

"No, it's not like that.....it's that Potter and L/N want a word with you, Dumbledore, they are right outside the door."

How did he know we were here?

Suddenly, the doors of Dumbledore's office swung open, Professor Moody was clutching the handle as Professor Dumbledore sat comfortably at his chair. Fudge didn't seem too happy to see us however.

"Hello Potter and L/N." Moody said. "Come in."

"Boys!" Fudge cried out, as if he wasn't upset with us mere seconds ago. He took Harry and I's hand and shook them forcefully. "How are you?"

"We're well, sir." I said, answering for Harry along with myself.

"We were talking about the night Mr. Crouch turned up in the grounds. It was Harry who found him, was it not?"

"Yeah..." Harry said, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yes, well....." Fudge said in embarrassment. "We're about to go on a short walk of the grounds, boys, if you'll excuse us....perhaps you should go back to bed."

"We need to speak to Professor Dumbledore." Harry said.

"Honestly boys." Fudge interjected. "You need your-"

"Now now, Cornelius." Dumbledore said. "Y/N and Harry can remain in my office. Our examination of the grounds will not take very long."

"But-"

"Let's go Cornelius." Dumbledore said, leading the two out of the door. Fudge nodded his head as the four exited the office.

"And now we wait." I said quietly as I leaned against Dumbledores desk.

"I don't think I've been in this office more than once." Harry said.

"We probably shouldn't touch anything, Dumbledore wouldn't appreciate that."

Harry leaned against a wall, which inadvertently opened a secret room shocking us all. The walls were lined with vials, all containing a single strand of silver.

"What is this place?" I asked as we ventured into the room.

"I'm not sure." Harry said. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Well, that's a pensieve right there." I pointed to a large basin filled with water and more of the silver strands.

"And how do you know that?"

"I read, you ever try it before?"

"Well, what does it do?" Harry asked as he looked into the water.

"It shows people their memories, the strand in there is most likely Dumbledore's memory."

"Should we look at it?"

"I'm sure one peek wouldn't hurt."

Harry and I dipped our faces into the water, where we found ourselves falling from the sky, landing in some stone seats in a large room.

"How many times am I going to have visions where I'm falling." I groaned as I helped myself up.

The room was very dimly lit, with no windows and few torches surrounding the circular interior. Surrounding the room were a plethora of witches and wizards sitting on the same stone seats we were on.

In the center of the room was an empty chair, occupied with chains circling around the arms and body.

This has to be an interrogation room.

"I think this is the Ministry." I said. "It's one of the trial rooms they use, although it's been downgraded."

Harry waved his hand in front of a witches face, receiving no reaction whatsoever, like he wasn't there.

"This must be the memory." Harry said. "All of this has happened so nobody can see us."

"Seems like it." I replied before seeing Dumbledore enter the room.

"Professor!" Harry said while rushing you to him. "We're sorry for walking in-"

"Harry, it's a memory." I said. "Dumbledore can't see us either."

"Oh, right." Harry shifted as we took a seat, waiting patiently to see what happened.

The torches flickered as footsteps were heard from outside the doors. As they opened, two Dementors and one man walked forward.

I know it's a memory, but I still felt the icy demeanor of the Dementors.

They both clutched tightly to the man's arms, forcefully pushing him into the room as he struggled to get away.

I leaned away slightly as the Dementors drew closer to the center of the room, placing the man inside the chained chair, then drifting off.

"I.....I think that's Kakaroff." Harry exclaimed.

And he was right, although Kakaroff looked a lot younger then he is currently. This memory must be from years ago. He was dressed in thin, ragged robes. Azkaban robes to be exact.

He was shaking violently, whimpering as the chains lifted up towards the chair, binding themselves around his arms and torso.

"Igor Kakaroff." Came the voice of Mr. Crouch from his seat in the courtroom. He also looked a bit younger then he did currently.

Again, it's the memory.

"You have been brought from Azkaban to give evidence to the Ministry of Magic. You have given us reason to understand you have important information for us."

"I have sir." Kakaroff said. "I wish to be of use to the Ministry. I wish to help. I-I know that the Ministry is trying to round up the last of the Dark Lords supporters. I'm eager to assist in any way I can...."

"Filth!" Some voices from behind us jeered. Harry and I turned around to see a younger Professor Moody talking to Dumbledore.

"Crouch is going to let him out." Moody grumbled quietly. "He's done a deal with him, took me six months to capture and track him down, and Crouch is going to let him go if he's got enough names. Let's hear his information I say, and throw him back to the Dementors."

But Dumbledore seemed displeased with that idea.

"Ah....I forgot you don't like the Dementors, do you Albus?"

"No." He muttered quietly. "I'm afraid I don't. I have long felt the Ministry and Augustus are wrong to ally themselves with such creatures."

"Minister Rosewood thinks differently." Moody mumbled. "I guess I can agree for filth like this."

"You said you had some names for us, Kakaroff." Crouch said as we turned our attention back to him.

"Let's hear them please."

"You must understand." Kakaroff started. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named operated under the greatest secrecy......he preferred that we-his supporters, I mean to say-and now I regret, very deeply, that I ever counted myself among them."

"Get to the point!" Moody yelled.

"-and we never knew the names of every one of our fellows; he alone knew exactly who we all were-"

"Which was a wise move, wasn't it? As it prevented someone, like you, Kakaroff, turning them all in." Moody chimed in.

"Yet you say you have some names for us?" Crouch asked once more.

"I-I do," Kakaroff whimpered. "And these were important supporters, mark you, people I saw with my own eyes doing his bidding. I give this information as a sign that I fully and totally renounce him, and I am filled with a remorse so deep that I can barely-"

"Just give us the names already!"

"Seriously." Harry muttered.

"Nathan Rosier. I-I saw him kill and torture countless Muggles and non-supporters of the Dark Lord."

"And helped him do it." Moody spat.

"We have since apprehended Rosier," Crouch stated. "He was caught shortly after yourself."

"Indeed?" Kakaroff added. "I-I'm delighted to hear it!"

"Yeah right." I snickered. "Now you have a less chance of being free."

"Any others?" Crouch said.

"Grindewald!" Kakaroff cried. "Jakob Grindewald. I saw him torture Muggles and burn down their houses.....he even murdered his wife Evelyn and their young son!"

"Jakob Grindewald is a well respected official of  Minister Rosewood!" Crouch complied. "He's been a tremendous help to the Ministry."

Kakaroff was too stunned to go any further then that, almost as if he looked betrayed.

"Any more?" Crouch asked.

"Yes, there is! Travers! He-he helped murder the McKinnons! Mulciber, he specialized in the Imperius Curse, forced countless people to do horrific things! Rookwood, he was a spy, and passed information to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named from the Ministry itself!"

"Rookwood? Augustus Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?"

"The very same. I believe he used a network of well placed wizards, both inside and out of the Ministry, to collect information-"

"But Travers and Mulciber, we have.....very well, Kakaroff, if that is all you will be returned to Azkaban while we decide-"

"Not yet!" Kakaroff yelled. "I have more.......Fenwick Hawthorne......he aided in the torture and killings of Muggles with Grindewald.....He even murdered his own son!"

"As said before." Crouch said. "Fenwick Hawthorne, like Grindewald, is a high ranking member of the Ministry of Magic. He has worked hard on behalf of the Ministry, you have to be mistaken."

"Snape! Severus Snape!" Kakaroff yelled, probably desperate.

Harry's eyes widened as my jaw dropped. I don't even know why I was so shocked, I thought something like this was happening.

"Snape has been cleared by the council," Crouch informed. "He's has been vouched for by Albus Dumbledore."

"No!" Kakaroff begged. "I assure you, Severus Snape is a death eater!"

"I have given evidence already on this matter." Dumbledore stood up. "Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater. However, he rejoined our side before Lord Voldemorts downfall and turned spy for us, at a great personal risk. He is now no more a Death Eater then I am."

"Very well, Kakaroff...." Crouch spat. "You have been of some assistance. I shall review your case. You will be returned to Azkaban in the meantime...."

But we never got to hear what else Crouch had to say.

Because the room started to fade away, along with the people around us as Harry and I once again fell through the floor.

We fell into another room, this time the same dungeon as before, and still sitting next to Dumbledore. Although, unlike the previous memory, everyone seemed cheerful and chatty.

"Wonder what this memory is." Harry said.

As we walked around the room, the sight of a familiar witch caught my eyes.

She wore magenta robes, thick glasses and short blonde hair, and was sucking on the end of a yellow quill.

No need to go any further.

"Skeeter." I growled.

"At least we can do this in the memory." Harry said as he flung his hand through Skeeter's body.

"Too bad this is a memory." I laughed.

The door to the dungeon opened once more, and it revealed to be a younger Ludo Bagman, must be when he was a well known Quidditch player.

He sat down in the middle chair, although there were no ropes or chains.

"Ludo Bagman, you have been brought here in front of the Council of Magical Law to answer charges relating to the activities of the Death Eaters." Crouch said, now looking worse then he did before.

"We have heard the evidence against you, and are about to reach our verdict. Do you have anything to say I'm regards to your testimony before we pronounce judgment?"

"Bagman was a Death Eater?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to need some tea for this." I replied.

The plot thickens.

"Only.." Bagman began. "Well.....I know I've been a bit of an idiot...."

"Never spoken a truer word boy." Moody growled from behind us. He stood and slipped into the seat I was sitting in, causing me to jump out. "

"If I didn't know he'd always been dim, I'd have said some of those Bludgers had permanently affected his brain..."

"Whoa." Harry exclaimed. "Moody's empty inside, you can see from inside and outside his clothes."

"Gross."

"Ludovic Bagman, you were caught passing information to Lord Voldemort's supporters." Crouch continued. "For this, I suggest a term of imprisonment in Azkaban lasting no less than—"

But we never did get to hear the rest of it,

As Crouch was cut off by an loud cry of disapproval from the crowd of witches and wizards. They stood, shaking their fists or yelling angrily at Mr. Crouch, eager to dismiss the charges against Bagman.

But I've told you, I had no idea!" Bagman called. "None at all! Old Rookwood was a friend of my Dad's... never crossed my mind he was in with You Know Who! I thought I was collecting information for our side! And Rookwood kept talking about getting me a job at the Ministry later on... once my Quidditch days are over, you know... I mean, I can't keep getting hit by Bludgers for the rest of my life, can I?"

He seemed to enjoy it, why not?

It will be put to a vote," Mr Crouch spoke icily. "The jury will please raise their hands... those in favour of imprisonment..."

But not a single person raised their hands.

Instead, they clapped, until one witch stood upwards.

"Yes?"

"We'd just like to congratulate Mr Bagman on his splendid performance for England in the Quidditch match against Turkey last Saturday," the witch said, squealing loudly.

Mr. Crouch was angry. He looked around the dungeon furiously at all the witches and wizards who had broken out into an applause.

"Typical..." he spat, removing himself from his seat at the front of the courtroom and sitting down inside of myself.

Harry laughed as I jumped out of my seat once more.

"Shut up, Potter." I snickered.

"Rookwood, get him a job indeed....the day Ludo Bagman joins us will be a very sad day for the Ministry...."

And like before, the scene disappeared once more.

"Not again!" I exclaimed as Harry and I fell through the floor once more, landing in the same dungeon as before.

We appeared in the same room as before. Although this time, we were sitting on the floor across from Mr. Crouch, who was at his podium. Dumbledore standing next to him, whispering in his ear before taking a seat.

There was complete silence, opposite of what the last memory was like. You could practically hear a pin drop.

There was also a woman blowing into a hanker chief while crying, she was seated next to Mr. Crouch.

Crouch looked even worse then before, if that were ever possible. There was little to no light left in his eyes.

Harry and I took a seat next to Dumbledore as we listened carefully to the proceedings.

"Bring them in." Mr. Crouch spoke.

The door opened once more. Six Dementors appeared this time, escorting four people inside the dungeon.

The four people were placed in chained chairs, the chains immediately wrapping around them.

One man was thickset and staring blankly at Crouch.

There was a thinner and more nervous man.

There was a woman with think black hair and hooded eyes, she almost looked proud to be in that position.

And the final individual? A boy who looked no older than me, who looked frightened to say the least.

He shivered and his hair was all over, but he didn't look like he was sad.

When the witch sitting next to Crouch saw the boy, she let out an even louder whimper.

Crouch stood, looking down at the four in a heated gaze.

Pure hatred.

"You have been brought here before the Council of Magical Law," he said. "So that we may pass judgment on you, for a crime so heinous-"

"Father!" The youngest boy pleaded. "Father....please!"

"That we have rarely heard the likes of within this court," Crouch continued on, speaking louder.

This must be Mr. Crouches son.

"We have heard the evidence against you. The four of you stand accused of capturing the Auror, Frank Longbottom, and subjecting him to the Crutiatus Curse, as well as the murder of the Auror Julianne Evermore and her infant child, believing them both to have knowledge of the present whereabouts of your exiled master, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-"

"Mother!" The boy cried once more. "Mother, stop him. Mother, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!"

"I now ask the jury," Crouch spoke even louder. "To raise their hands if they believe, as I do, that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban."

"No!" Mr. Crouches son cried, as a plethora of hands raise from the jury's seats. "No! Mother, no! I didn't do it! I didn't do it.....I didn't know! Don't send me there, don't let him!"

But as Mr. Crouches son pleaded his innocence, the Dementors came into the room once more, releasing the occupants from their holds.

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch!" The woman yelled. "Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait! He will rise again and come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!"

As the other three were escorted out of the courtroom, Mr. Crouches son was still struggling to get away from the Dementors.

"I'm your son!" He yelled.

"You are no son of mine!" Crouch bellowed. "I have no children!"

Ouch.

"Take them away! Take them away and let them rot!"

"Father! Father! Please! I wasn't involved!"

Suddenly, the room began to change again but instead of falling, we were lifted upwards.

"I think it's time you two return to my office." A quiet voice said as we were yanked upwards.

And just like that, we were back in Dumbledore's office, both Harry and I tripped over ourselves as we looked to see Dumbledore had returned.

"Professor." Harry said hastily. "W-we're sorry. We didn't mean to...we were just-"

"Attracted to the pretty lights no doubt?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah." I said nervously. "Something like that."

"I quite understand." Dumbledore said. "Curiosity is a strange thing, is it not? Get us into more trouble than not. I will try my best to quench yours and answer the questions you may have."

"Well, why do you have a Pensieve?" I asked.

"Simply put," He began. "I often find myself having too many thoughts and memories crammed inside my head. When such a time comes, I use the Pensieve. One can simply siphon the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form."

"How exactly do you do it?" Harry asked.

"Do what?"

"Siphon your thoughts."

"Like this," Dumbledore said, drawing his wand from his robes and pressing the tip to his temple. As he pulled his hand away, a silver strand climbed onto his wand. He dropped the strand into the Pensieve and stirred it with the end of his wand. On the surface of the water, we could see a face.

Snape's face to be exact.

"It's coming back.....Kakaroff's too.....stronger and more clearer then ever."

"Professor, what does it mean by getting stronger and more clearer?" I asked in suspicion.

"That will be for another time."

"Is it about Voldemort? Snape was a supporter for a while, Kakaroff as well."

"I'm afraid I cannot say." Dumbledore frowned.

I still had much to ask him, but I decided against it.

For now.

"Before you all get lost in thought, I believe you both wanted to tell me something."

"Yes." Harry started. "Y/N and I were both asleep, I had a dream, and I think Y/N had the same one."

-about Lord Voldemort, he was torturing Wormtail, or Pettigrew as you know him-"

"He has an owl, he said that Pettigrew's mistake was fixed because a man died-"

"He mentioned my Mum-"

"-he used the Crutiatus Curse-"

"-that's when our dream ended-"

"I see." Dumbledore muttered. "Harry, at any point during the year did your scar hurt? Except the time it woke you up over summer?"

"How did you know it woke me up over summer?"

"You are not Sirius's only correspondent. I have also been in contact with him ever since he left Hogwarts last year. It was I who suggested the mountainside cave as the safest place for Steven and him to stay."

"Do you know why my scar is hurting?" Harry asked. "Or why Y/N had the same dream?"

"I have a theory, no more than that.....it is my belief that your scar hurt when Lord Voldemort is near you, and when he's feeling a particular strong surge of hatred."

He then turned to me

"As for you Y/N, as a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw, you are a natural born seer. It is entirely possible that what you witnessed was not a dream, but a vision of what happened or what is to come."

"So I can see the future?" I asked. "And any events that could come up?"

"Precisely."

"That answered the question I have."

Good to know Trelawney isn't completely insane.

"Professor?" Harry asked. "Is Voldemort getting stronger?"

"Voldemort? Once again, I'll give you my suspicions.....the years old Voldemorts ascent to power were marked with disappearance. Bertha Jorkins had vanished without a trace where Voldemort was known to be last. Mr. Crouch, too, has disappeared....within these very grounds. And there was a third disappearance, one I regret to say, the Ministry does not consider to be of importance, for it concerns a Muggle. His name was Frank Bryce, he lived in the village where Voldemort's father grew up, and he had not been seen since August. You see, I read the Muggle newspapers, unlike most of my Ministry friends."

"Frank Bryce?" Harry asked.

"Have you heard the name?"

"I think once." Harry said.

"It definitely sounds familiar."

"Professor?" Harry asked once more. "Could we ask about the trials we witnessed?"

"You may, I've attended it many times, but some trials come back to me more clearly then others....now in particular."

"It's about the trial you found us in? The one with Crouch's son? Well....they talked about Neville's parents."

"Has Neville never told you why he was brought up by his grandmother?" Dumbledore asked after giving us a sharp look.

And boy did we feel stupid, we've known Neville for four years and have never once asked about his family.

"Yes, they were talking about Neville's parents. His father, Frank, was an Auror just like Professor Moody. He and his wife were tortured for information about Voldemort's whereabouts after he lost his powers, as you heard. Some say that the Ministry officials Fenwick Hawthorne and Jakob Grindewald assisted, but nobody would back up the claim."

"So they're dead?"

"Oh no, much worse. They are insane. They are both in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I believe Neville visits them, with his Grandmother, during the holidays. They do not recognize him."

We stood there in silence, I couldn't imagine if my parents or uncle were in that state. I feel awful for Neville.

"The Longbottoms were very popular," Dumbledore continued. "The attacks on them came after Voldemort's fall from power, just when everyone thought they were safe. Those attacks caused a wave of fury such as I have never known. The Ministry was under great pressure to catch those who had done it. Unfortunately, the Longbottoms' evidence was - given their condition - none too reliable."

"Then Mr. Crouch's son wouldn't have been involved possibly?" I asked.

"As to that, I have no idea."

"There was another person with the Longbottom's." I spoke. "Julianne Evermore."

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore smiled. "Ms. Evermore was one of Hogwarts finest students, I once considered her as my own daughter. She became a well known Auror along with Professor Moody. Unfortunately, she went missing not too far into Voldemort's reign, and when she was eventually found, Julianne and her infant son were killed......tortured by Death Eaters."

"That's awful." I said quietly.

"What about Bagman?" Harry asked. "Has he been accused of any dark activity since?"

"None."

"What about-"

"Professor Snape has also not been accused of any dark activity since then."

"But what made you think he would stop supporting Voldemort?" I asked.

"That is a matter between Professor Snape and myself." Dumbledore said. "Don't dwell about it, and do not speak Neville's parents to anyone else. He has the right to let people know when he is ready."

"Absolutely sir." I said as Harry left the office.

I however stayed back.

"Something else, Y/N?" Dumbledore asked.

"One small thing." I said. "Do you think it's possible to change the future? I've been having these weird visions lately, and I'm not sure if they are real or not."

"Excellent question." Dumbledore smiled. "I believe that if you have a premonition or a precognition that is imminent; you may change a possible future."

"Thank you, Professor." I nodded. "I'll be going to bed now."

"Good night, Mr. L/N." Dumbledore said. "And good luck with the third task."

A/N: Allow me to reintroduce them.........

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Big thanks to -we-are-infinite- imthebaddude ElectricZenith For allowing me to use their original characters for the book! Big things are coming!

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