Chapter XXIII
Harry sat in his usual spot at the table in Draco’s room, teacup in hand, breakfast spread out before them. But the usual air of easy conversation and banter was replaced by one of slight tension. He glanced up to find Draco paying more attention than usual to his plate, while Sora was making her way through her rather rare sausage. Hermione had barely touched her food as well, but Ron was eating as if nothing was wrong. Harry cleared his throat. Best to get this conversation started.
“So Hermione, what was it you wanted to discuss?” he asked, looking at her.
“Where did you see a dire wolf?” she asked immediately.
Harry sighed. “I don’t know. Probably on the telly or something. I mean, it’s not like I went to museums with the Dursleys.” He said in a sardonic voice.
“Dire wolf?” Sora mused. “They’re extinct, although, it does explain the skeletal structure, sheer size and some other things.”
“You know about dire wolves?” Hermione asked, looking at Sora curiously.
“Yes. I saw the same documentary as you; July third, right?” Sora continued once Hermione had nodded her head. “I was in Glasgow, doing a report on the Loch Ness kelpie’s recent activity for a colleague. It was cheaper to stay in a Muggle hotel, and less chance of being disrupted.” She slid a look at Draco.
“It would really help if I had a picture,” Hermione said a bit mournfully.
“Here.” Sora said producing a rectangle from her pocket and slipped it into Hermione’s fingers.
“You kept it?” Harry asked.
“Yes,” Sora said before she turned her attention back to Hermione and pointed at spots on the photo. “Notice the pacing, and the structure of the muzzle. Definitely not from a modern day species of lupus.”
Hermione nodded her head. “And the paw size. It’s fairly large, almost the size of a human hand.” She narrowed her eyes. “This does correspond with what I saw. The face, body, tail-”
“Am I the only one lost to this conversation?” Ron asked after he polished off a last bite of pancake.
“No, you’re not,” Draco sighed, reaching for his teacup.
“Same here,” Harry said. “And I’m the one they’re talking about.”
Sora flashed him a smile. “Come on Harry. You must have seen a dire wolf somewhere. I mean, there’s one of two reason why people change into the animals they do. One-”
“Hermione explained it to me last night.” Harry said easily.
“Ah. Then try to remember.”
Harry sighed, lapsing into silence. The gentle clink of forks and knives filled the room, as Harry wracked his brain. He couldn’t think of anytime when he could have seen a dire wolf, not that he really had any clue of what it looked like. He remembered the summer when he’d dared to sneak downstairs and watch TV from around the corner. That’s when Uncle Vernon had caught him and-
“I know.” He murmured quietly to himself.
“You do? See, I knew you could remember.” Hermione said. “Aren’t you going to tell us?”
“I’d rather not.” Harry said quietly as he sipped his tea. “But it left enough of an impression on me.”
“Harry, I think that’s something of a-”
“That’s fine Harry.” Sora said, cutting Hermione off. “Are you sure you remembered it? It could be nothing else?”
“No,” Harry said, repressing the urge to shiver. “I’m certain.”
“Good enough for me,” Ron said simply before turning to his eggs.
“Are you always stuffing your face so?” Draco asked, looking at Ron.
Ron froze, his face going bright red as he laid down his fork. Hermione scowled at Draco.
“That was awfully rude, Malfoy.” Hermione said a bit angrily.
“No, Granger,” Draco ground out. “Rude would be if I called him Weasel and I called you Mudblood. If you bothered to look, you’ll notice that I referred to both of you by your names.”
“May we please-” Sora started but she was cut off as Hermione stood up.
“We came to talk to Harry. We don’t need your arrogance.” Hermione snapped.
“And I certainly don’t need your annoying, insistent know-it-all attitude.” Draco retorted calmly before taking a sip of tea. “Believe it or not, you don’t have to be right all the time.”
“Did I say I was right all the time?” Hermione glared at Draco. “Though I bet the only reason why you bothered to help yesterday was because you’re protecting your conniving hide.”
Harry glanced at Draco to see him rest his teacup, a steeliness coming to his grey eyes. This certainly didn’t look good.
“You may be bright, but you seem to have a rather rigid view of things there….Granger.” Draco spat out. “I’m ignorant? Evil? Evil incarnate? The turncoat son of a Death Eater or-”
“Ha! Admitting your father is a Death Eater?” Hermione said triumphantly.
“Did I even finish my sentence, you chipmunk-toothed aggravation?” Draco said viciously. “You assume who I am because of my name. There is so much more that you couldn’t even be bothered to see or even look at. You should take a good long look in the mirror Granger and maybe you’ll be surprised by what you see in there.”
“All right, look, you both said some hasty things-” Ron started, taking Sora’s lead to try and calm Hermione and Draco down.
“Are you just going to sit there and take his insult, Ron?” Hermione looked at him.
“Well ‘Mione, he di-” Ron began.
“I don’t believe you!” Hermione exclaimed in disgust before she turned her attention back to the pale blond Slytherin. “You’re nothing more than an arrogant brat, who’s never had to work a day in his life!” Hermione spat out at Draco.
“Am I?” Draco stepped out from his seat. “Well, maybe you should-”
“Would the both of you, just drop it now?” Harry finally said in an exasperated tone as he rose abruptly. “Hermione, the only reason why I suggested this was because I figured that you, of all people, would know to be civil in a situation like this. And you, Draco, shouldn’t have baited her. You should have known she’d defend Ron.”
Both Hermione and Draco remained silent but still glared nastily at one another. Harry crossed his arms and he looked between the two of them.
“Perhaps you had better leave Hermione.” Harry said quietly as he sat back down.
Hermione didn’t say anything for a moment. “Come on Ron.”
Ron rolled his eyes in exasperation but rose from his seat as he folded up his napkin. Harry didn’t watch as they went to the door. Harry rested his chin on his linked fingers.
“Hermione?”
“Yes Harry?” she said in a tight voice.
“Don’t think of trying to set me up with any girls.”
Hermione didn’t say anything for a moment. “Harry-” her voice relaxed was once more.
“I am gay, and would be very glad if you didn’t act like I needed a cure or something. If you don’t want to talk or see me ever again after this, that’s fine; but I do still consider you my friend and would appreciate it if you would respect my choice.” Harry spoke quietly, his voice barely above a low whisper. “I’ll see you both later.”
When the door closed with a soft ‘click’ Harry sagged back against the chair, rubbing his temples. Draco didn’t say anything as he sat down stiffly.
“You know,” Sora mused as she sat down also. “I should have gotten the picture back from her.”
Harry shrugged. “It’s nothing big to be worried about. Besides, I doubt Ron would let anyone else see it.”
Sora blinked for a moment before she returned to her breakfast. “Glad to be of some help.” The she paused for a moment, looking between Harry and Draco. “What seminar are you going to Harry?”
“Defensive and Offensive Charms,” Harry replied. “You two?”
“Medical Potions. I could stand to brush up on it,” Draco said with a shrug before returning to his tea.
“Wandless Magic with Professor Petras,” Sora said, making a slight face. “That man is eternally cranky. And he picks on me.”
“Pardon?” Draco asked, looking at her.
“Don’t worry about it Dray,” Sora sad easily. “I’m doing well. I can suffer his ineptitude a bit longer. Then, possibly, Harry can teach me.”
Harry laughed when he caught the look in Sora’s eye. “I don’t think you’re giving me much choice, are you?”
Sora simple gave him a demure smile and continued eating her sausage. Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he returned to his meal.
“You know,” Sora said. “You should put alarms up or something when you’re in the bathroom. So you know when someone is coming.”
“I know. I put some in last night when I finished,” Harry said. “And thank you.”
“Something I don’t know about?” Draco asked, looking between the both of them.
Harry didn’t reply finding his French toast immediately fascinating and needing further inspection. Sora, on the other hand, cleared her throat a bit.
“Rub-a-dub-dub, they got in the tub,” Sora’s voice was quavering between seriousness and amusement. “Rub-a-dub-dub, they gots them some love.”
Harry glared at her. Sora simply had that torn look on her face; she was trying to maintain a serious demeanour, but the dry comedy of her words seemed to make her want to laugh more. He glanced at Draco who was looking at him with an arched eyebrow.
“Oh shut up Sora,” Harry mumbled.
Sora didn’t say anything for a moment before she nodded her head. “Harry, do you think we can actually go outside for once later on, afterwards?”
Draco scowled, hand tucked away as he huddled a bit. “This is miserably cold! Why on Earth did you want to come outside?!”
“Come on Draco, it’s not that bad,” Sora said as she linked her arm through his and pulled him in closer. “It’s certainly better than being inside all the time, isn’t it?”
“At least inside there’s a fireplace.” Draco muttered a bit petulantly.
Harry rolled his eyes and continued walking behind them. The sky was a pearly grey colour, the sun a weak yellow disc wavering through the passing clouds. It was definitely the winter season. He looked up at Draco who was huddled, his scarf wrapped thickly around his neck. If there was one thing that wouldn’t kill a Malfoy, it would not be a cold of any kind. Harry smiled lightly to himself as his feet crunched in the snow. This was perfect winter day. It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with the world. He sighed lightly; it was nice to think that even for a brief moment.
“Argh! Dray!”
Harry looked up to see Draco smirking his face off while Sora was scrabbling frantically at her back. A few seconds later, she stopped and scowled at him before bending down and scooping up a bit of snow. It left her hands a minute later in the shape of a globe that caught Draco smack in the face. He looked shocked as chunks of snow fell from his face. Then he quickly made a snowball and caught Sora in the shoulder with it. She shrieked with laughter, before flinging another one at him. Harry sighed as he went to stand against the wall, out of the way. By the time he leaned against it, Sora and Draco were engaged in a rather furious snowball fight. Harry was a bit puzzled as to when they actually formed the balls; they just seemed to materialize out of thin air.
He smiled as Sora danced away from Draco, taunting him in a playful sing-sing voice. It was rather amusing to watch Draco attempting to get closer to her. But she continually slipped from his grasp. He chuckled when Sora got close enough to dump snow down Draco’s back and then dart away. When he heard the sound of feet crunching in the snow, he looked up to see Ron coming his way. He didn’t say anything when Ron leaned against the wall beside him.
“I think this is yours,” Ron said quietly, handing the photo over to him.
“Thanks,” Harry said, taking it and putting it in his pocket. “About what happened at breakfast-”
“It’s all right,” Ron said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “‘Mione’s been kinda irritable lately. I guess Draco’s words didn’t help much, though they’re both to blame.”
“Is she worried about her parents?” Harry suggested.
“Yeah, we all are,” Ron said softly. “You know, I really don’t think that Malfoy was trying to insult me.”
“He wasn’t.” Harry said, watching as Sora pegged Draco right in the face with a snowball. “I ‘m guessing you were really hungry.”
“I was. I missed dinner; slept right through it. And my stash of Honeyduke’s candy is gone so…” Ron shrugged. “I don’t think I was breathing much when I was eating. That’s probably why he said that.”
Harry shrugged. “Who knows; but he’s getting creamed by Sora,” Harry said with a chuckle.
“Yeah,” Ron agreed with a snicker. “Doesn’t look like he minds it much though.” He paused. “I heard Sora’s brothers are in the infirmary. Do you know how they are?”
“No. But when I left, their tongues still hadn’t grown back. I’m starting to think they might not be able to grow back.”
Ron winced. “That’s tough, but at least they’re still alive.”
“True. I can just see the look on Leiko’s face when she realizes her sons aren’t dead.” Harry said grimly.
“Have you gone to any seminars?” Ron asked a few seconds later.
“Defensive and Offensive Charms. I’ve been to others on and off. I had to get these two bundles of hormones. Then we came for a walk out here. Then they started their little war. Hm, double attack.” Harry mused as Draco flung two snowballs, from the right and then the left.
“Not bad,” Ron murmured with a nod of his head. “But it looks like she’s going to-”
Both Harry and Ron winced as Sora managed to tackle Draco to the ground, pin him down and stuff a good amount snow down his robes before scrambling off. She had a smug triumphant look on her face as she crossed her arms, waiting to see what he’d do next. Draco rose easily, his face flushed red as he shook the snow loose. Then Draco smirked as he drew his wand.
“Niveus aer.” Draco said, causing the snow to swirl towards Sora in a midair stream from the ground.
“Oh, clever, clever,” Sora said. “Reflecto.”
A shield appeared in front of her and the stream bounced off, heading right for Ron and Harry. They both gawked for a moment before drawing their wand. But it was too late and the snow swirled around them rapidly, causing drifts to form. When it finally relented, Ron and Harry found themselves encased up to the arms in a large snowdrift. Sora and Draco were standing there snickering at them.
“What’s so bloody funny?!” Ron demanded, squirming in an attempt to get out.
“You look somewhat like snowmen,” Sora snickered. “Oh, wait one moment.”
She flicked her wand, and suddenly, Harry felt a slight weight on his head and something in his moth. He glanced down to see a corncob pipe sticking out of it. He glared up at Sora who had collapsed from laughter.
“Ha ha,” Harry said dryly as he managed to free the hand he held his wand in. He melted the snow from him and Ron and took off the object on his head, which proved to be a stovepipe hat. “Very amusing Sora.”
“If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to head inside to get dry.” Ron said, picking at his robes. “I’ll see you later Harry.”
“Later,” Harry said before he chucked the hat and pipe on the ground. “That wasn’t funny.”
“It was certainly a sight,” Draco said with a snigger.
Harry quickly made a snowball and hit Draco right on the shoulder with it. Draco was ready. He already had a snowball and let it fly, catching Harry right in the face. Harry bent down and made another snowball, throwing it as he blinked to clear the snow from his eyes.
“Ai! Harry!” Sora shrieked in indignation. Her words were immediately followed by a snowball.
Harry shook the snow from his face and quickly made two snowballs. “This is war!”
“You’d better believe it, Potter!” Draco said, catching Harry in the face yet again with a globe of snow.
The next few minutes descended into a blur as Harry made snowballs as fast as he could throw them. He couldn’t help but laugh and throw some taunts at Sora and Draco when they missed him and curse when they did hit him. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he was actually having fun. His blood was pounding and he never felt better. When another snowball caught him in the face, he growled, making one and flinging it the moment it was done. That’s when something strange happened. All the threats and curses immediately stopped. Puzzled, Harry wiped the snow from his eyes and found himself transfixed in horror.
Snape was standing right there, with the remnants of three snowballs plastered to his face. Harry wasn’t too sure what to do, but his next reaction certainly wasn’t the one he had anticipated. He snickered. Rather loudly.
Snape flicked off the snow and surveyed them slowly. Harry could hear Sora and Draco moving in a bit closer to him, still not saying anything. Snape’s eyes didn’t leave them, his expression cold and imperious. When Snape bent down, they moved back slightly but still didn’t say anything. When he rose back up, with a few snowballs in one arm, their faces paled considerably.
“If you’re inside, I won’t hit you with one,” Snape said with a sudden smirk. “I suggest you run as fast as you can.”
That was all they needed to hear before they took off.
Harry walked down the stairs, rubbing at his ear again. Snape, as it turned out, had a rather good throwing arm. He had hit all three of them four times before they made it inside. By that time, they were thoroughly soaked and headed back to dry off. Harry had stomped off to his room, wondering just how Snape had gotten so good at throwing snowballs. Of course, there was a certain humour to Snape pelting them with snowballs. Harry ran a hand through his still damp hair before pulling at the neck of his sweater slightly. He didn’t feel like wearing a robe anymore for the day. Hence the black sweater, black slacks and shoes.
“Hm,” he mused, looking down at himself as he stepped into the common room. “I’m starting to develop a taste for black clothing it seems.”
“Well, black does suit you Harry. Either black or white, but black is definitely the better of the two.”
Harry looked up to see Sora lounging on a sofa, wearing something he never thought he’d see her in: a dress. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Yes,” Sora said wryly. “And yes, it is a dress. I felt like a…change today. And it seems that most of my other clothes have yet to be returned from laundry.”
Harry shrugged as he plopped himself down on the couch beside her. It looked much like Laetitia’s dress, but simpler. The sleeves were fitted, with simple black lace trimming the cuffs in a slight bell. The neck was a simple scoop, just resting on her shoulders, with a slightly scalloped edge. It was long, trailing a bit on the floor and hiding her feet completely. Harry couldn’t complain. It was the simplest dress and couldn’t provoke Draco in any way.
“Hm, where is he?” Harry wondered, looking around.
“Draco? He said he’d be down as soon as he finished changing,” Sora said. “But knowing him, he’s probably taking a shower. And he might be awhile, knowing his routine.” She paused for a moment. “Want to go get a snack from the kitchens?”
“Sure,” Harry said. “I could go for some pie right about now.”
“Strudel would be nice. A nice peach strudel, if they have it.” Sora said, glancing at the staircase up to the boys’ dormitory. “Draco probably still won’t be done when we get back. Come on.”
Harry started off towards the kitchen with Sora. “Do you know exactly how many Slytherins are here now?”
“Fifteen in total. Compared to the rest of the houses, we are woefully lacking. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw have about sixty, Hufflepuff has thirty and we have fifteen.”
Harry didn’t say anything for a moment. “Voldemort as himself plenty of fresh people, I’d imagine. Though, of course, not all of them joined him.”
“Of course,” Sora said. “Dumbledore was right in that Hogwarts will come under attack, but the question is when. And something must have happened to the Prophet because after that paper, nothing. We’re essentially cut off from the rest of the world.”
“You were there for that meeting. It’ll be a long while before Voldemort gets into Hogwarts. The amount of added protection along with the older spells will do the job. We’re going to have to take the fight to him if we expect any chance of surviving this. Before we were outnumbered three to one; I don’t think I would like to see the odds now.”
Sora gave a dry ‘Hm’. “Neither would I. But if things are truly horrible out there, this might be the last stand Britain can take. If we fail, Voldemort will have a whole country as his power base and he can spread out from there. He’s undoubtedly got a good niche in Japan carved out for himself.”
“This seems to be one nightmare after another,” Harry said shaking his head. “But if we didn’t have the information Severus and Lucius brought back for us, then we’d really be scrambling now.”
“I heard you were quite adamant in not wanting my godfather to go,” Sora said quietly.
“I didn’t want him to get killed. He almost did get killed,” Harry looked up when he spotted the familiar painting to the kitchens. “Apple dumpling.”
The painting swung aside easily and they strode in easily. The kitchen was rather empty, with very little activity. Dobby, who had been preparing something, barrelled over when he spotted Harry.
“What can Dobby be doing for Harry Potter today?” Dobby was practically dancing from foot to foot with an eager look on his face.
“Just some pie, apple, and strudel if you have it, peach strudel.” Harry said, finding a spot at a table.
“Of course, of course!” Dobby said before careening off to get what they wanted.
“Is Dobby always that eager when you’re around?” Sora asked as she perched on the chair, folding her arms on the table.
“Pretty much. I ended up freeing him in my second year here from the Malfoy household.”
“Some time in May, June, was it?” Sora asked, her brow furrowed slightly.
“Yes. How did you know that?”
Sora laughed. “I was at Draco’s house when Lucius came home, muttering something about losing his best house elf.”
“Dobby always seemed scared of Lucius,” Harry mused.
“I suppose,” Sora admitted. “But then again, house elves are capable of doing things and Lucius didn’t want to take chances that some information of what he was really doing could leak back to Voldemort.”
Harry nodded, a scowl coming to his face as he remembered Kreacher. “Wretched elf; I almost wish his head was lopped off.”
“I beg you’re pardon?” Sora asked in an incredulous voice. “What did you just say?”
“Oh you heard me,” Harry said. “And I meant it. Kreacher was this nasty house elf that…my godfather, Sirius, was a Black. Kreacher was the house elf. He made me think that Sirius was in danger and I rushed off to save him when he was safe at home. It was me rushing off to save him that got Sirius killed.”
“Oh,” Sora said, resting her hand on Harry’s. “No wonder. I don’t blame you for meaning that.”
“It was my fault too, in a way. But Kreacher knew he couldn’t directly betray Sirius as he was a Black, so he went to Bellatrix, and Voldemort found out that way and…” Harry closed his eyes. “Suffice it to say that I never liked Kreacher and after that entire incident, I was sorely tempted to go to Grimmauld Place and wring his scrawny neck myself.”
“If it was me, I’d probably want to do the same thing,” Sora turned her head when she heard the rapid patter of footsteps. “Back already?”
“Yes!” Dobby said, placing the plates before them, with forks and some glasses of milk. “Dobby is very sorry, Harry Potter. There is only apple rhubarb pie. No apple.”
“That’s all right Dobby,” Harry said picking up the fork. “This is perfectly fine, thank you.”
“Is there anything else Harry Potter and Sora de Vyns is wanting?” Dobby looked between the two of them rapidly.
“No, thank you Dobby,” Sora said, taking her hand off Harry’s and patting Dobby on the shoulder. “You’ve done more than enough, thank you.”
Dobby’s eyes went wide. “You is too kind.” He bowed quickly, nearly bashing his head against the table and scurrying off quickly.
Sora watched as Dobby left for a moment before she turned to her strudel. “He’s very excitable, isn’t he?”
Harry simply chuckled as he took a bite of pie.
The fire crackled in the hearth in the Slytherin common room. It was empty save for Harry and Sora. They had been sitting here for the past thirty minutes, waiting for Draco to come down. Eating their snack had only taken about ten, and then another five to say goodbye to Dobby, who didn’t want to see them go. Harry figured everyone was busy attending the seminars, especially the mandatory ones. He sighed and rested his head against the back of the couch, smiling a bit at the sensation of leather rubbing against the back of his neck.
Maybe tonight he’d go to Snape’s chambers. And stretch himself out on the bed, naked and waiting. See if he could make Snape scream Harry’s name. Snape certainly wouldn’t be able to resist that. And at the moment, Harry was finding that thought far too attractive. He was waiting for Draco with Sora. But he honestly couldn’t help himself. Maybe it’d be a whole lot easier if he tied Snape to the bed, make Snape moan his name, plead with him to-
Harry abruptly sat up, looking over at Sora. “Just where is Draco? I’m getting bored.”
“I don’t know. He should be down by now,” Sora said, her brow furrowed slightly. “We’ll wait a few more minutes and then go up and see.”
Harry groaned and sagged against the couch. If there was one thing he didn’t need it was to be bored. If he was bored, he thought about Snape. And Snape made him horny. And he would inevitable end up thinking of all the things he could do to Snape. Hm, suddenly handcuffs never seemed so enticing. Of course they’d have to be enchanted so Snape didn’t chafe his wrists or find some way to break free of them. Harry smiled devilishly to himself. Oh yes, by the time Harry was done with him, Snape would definitely be screaming his name.
“Harry!”
Harry looked up, startled to see Sora standing in front of him. “Er, yes?”
“I said let’s go up now,” Sora said. “I know you’re lost in your daydreams of Severus, but you could at least try to keep some sort of connection to the world around you.”
Harry simply nodded his head, face flushing slightly with colour. That was embarrassing. He had to learn to hide it better. He followed Sora up the stairs to the door at the end, leaning against the wall as she hesitantly knocked against it.
“Dray? Are you in there? I’m coming in.” Sora said as she turned the knob.
Harry followed her in, immediately sensing something off about the room. It was, it seemed, darker and much warmer. And it was completely trashed. Everything lay everywhere, littering the floor. The chairs were overturned and the table upended. The once immaculate draperies around the bed were torn and hung limply in some spots. Harry glanced at Sora, taking in the guarded look in her eyes before he continued looking around. Something had obviously happened here, but where was Draco?
“Dray?” Sora called out hesitant voice.
Harry froze, his hackles raised when a strange sound came from the bed in reply. Sora started forward quickly, but Harry caught her arm, giving her a warning look. Sora swallowed and nodded, resting her hand on Harry’s and squeezing it gently. Harry relaxed a bit and released Sora’s arm. She walked up to the bed, Harry right behind her, and snapped the curtains back.
Draco was sitting on the bed, cross-legged, back bent, head between his hands as he rocked back and forth. He was drenched in sweat and his hair hung around his hands in wet clumps. Sora slid on the bed easily, taking Draco’s hands in hers gently and pulling them away. Draco looked up suddenly his breath ragged, eyes darkened to a stormy grey.
“Dray?” Sora said in a small voice.
Harry watched, his heart hammering away apprehensively as Draco watched Sora for a moment and then moved forward suddenly, kissing her fiercely. He moved forwards quickly, intending to separate them. Sora’s eyes widened in surprise, and conflict, before she closed them and slid her arms around Draco. When Harry tried to wrench them apart, they both snapped their gazes to him, murderous intent in their expression.
That was the last thing he saw before he was flung from the room. The door opened as he sailed through the air. He crashed against the stone wall hard, looking up dizzily seeing Draco pull Sora onto the bed, kissing again, before the door slammed shut. He tried to get up but his head started swimming again and he passed out in the hallway.
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