Harry Potter: MageX

The Xavier Institute was practically buzzing with energy, like the entire school had downed a dozen cans of Red Bull. The reason for all the excitement? Well, it wasn't just because it was a Wednesday. Today was Susan Bones' big day—her first real test in the Danger Room. And let's just say, when you've been training your entire life to control your powers, the last thing you want is to blow something up—especially when the Danger Room was known for blowing everything up.

In the locker room, Susan was struggling to get her suit on. She'd been staring at herself in the mirror for the past five minutes, pulling at her collar like she was adjusting a hideously tight necktie. The new uniform was sleek, form-fitting, and had this high-tech, futuristic vibe. It was like a super-advanced version of her old Quidditch robes—minus the Hufflepuff badger. Instead, the X-Men logo was proudly displayed on her chest, which, honestly, made her feel like she was part of some sort of secret superhero squad. She wasn't entirely sure if the suit made her look tougher or like she was about to join a very exclusive dance crew, but either way, she had a job to do.

"How do I look?" she asked Harry, standing there like she was about to get ready for a big date rather than a life-or-death simulation.

Harry, dressed in his own armor, grinned. "You look fantastic," he said, giving her the same supportive smile he always had when he wanted to act like the cool older guy—only, you know, way cooler. "Ready to show everyone what you're made of?"

Susan took a deep breath. Her nerves felt like they were trying to take over her body, making her fidget with her gloves as if they had suddenly become too tight. "I hope so," she replied, flashing Harry a smile that, if anything, was more of a nervous twitch than a confident grin. "But honestly, I'd be happy just not to set off any alarms. Or, you know, blow anything up. Last time I tried to use my powers in front of people, I accidentally turned a piece of wood into a real tree. And no one's really into trees when you're trying to save the world from an evil genius, right?"

Harry snorted, shaking his head. "You'll do fine, trust me. You've been practicing for weeks. Besides, if you do blow something up, I'll just blame it on Wolverine—he has a talent for doing that."

Susan shot him a look, trying to decide if she should laugh or not. "You're a lot more confident than I feel right now."

"Confidence is overrated," Harry said, flicking his fingers dismissively. "Just pretend you're auditioning for a role in the next superhero movie. That always works for me."

Susan smiled, her nerves easing a bit. "You know, you're kind of a terrible influence on me."

"Terrible? Nah, I'm practically a good influence," Harry said, winking. "You'll be fine. Just go in there, do your best, and remember—you're a Hufflepuff. That's basically like being a superhero with a heart of gold, right?"

Susan laughed, more genuinely this time. "Thanks, Harry. Really. It helps to hear that from you."

"Anytime," Harry said, adjusting his gauntlet. "Now go show them how it's done. You've got this."

Taking a deep breath, Susan squared her shoulders, glanced at herself one more time in the mirror, and nodded. She had no idea if she was actually ready for this, but if there was one thing she was good at, it was not backing down from a challenge. And if she was going to live up to the whole "Hufflepuff hero" thing, this was the moment to prove it.

The two of them made their way to the Danger Room, where the rest of the team was already waiting. Jean, Scott, and the others were all suited up and ready for action, which made Susan feel both incredibly nervous and incredibly excited at the same time. She was finally going to be part of this—part of the team that had been through it all and lived to tell the tale.

"Okay, Bones," Jean said, giving her a warm smile. "You ready to see what you can really do?"

"Uh, yeah," Susan said, giving her best attempt at a confident grin. "Let's just hope I don't end up blowing anything up... again."

Jean chuckled, rolling her eyes. "You're not the only one here who's been known to cause a bit of... destruction."

"You know, that's really comforting," Susan replied dryly, her nervousness melting into something else—something like determination. She could do this.

The Danger Room's doors slid open, and Susan stepped in, joining the rest of the team in a moment of tense silence. The room flickered to life, holograms of robotic enemies appearing out of nowhere, each one more menacing than the last.

It was go time.

The first robot lunged forward, and before Susan could think twice, her wand was out, and she was casting her first spell. The moment her magic hit the target, she felt a rush of energy—like a powerful wave crashing over her. It wasn't just about hitting something with magic. It was about control, about pushing back the chaos inside her and finally letting herself become the hero she'd always wanted to be.

"Not bad!" Harry called from the sidelines. "Just try not to melt everything down while you're at it!"

Susan's smile reached her eyes, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like maybe—just maybe—she was where she was supposed to be.

—

The doors to the Danger Room slid open with a quiet whoosh, revealing the tech-infused wonderland inside. The environment could shift at the drop of a hat, creating anything from a bustling cityscape to a jungle filled with dinosaurs. Today, however, it was setting itself up as a fog-choked forest—perfect for a little rescue mission. Professor Xavier, Ororo, and Logan were already at the control panel, their fingers flying over buttons as they watched the room come to life.

"Alright, team," Ororo's voice rang out, calm yet authoritative, like a summer storm rolling in from the distance. "This is Susan's first real mission, so let's give her a challenge she won't forget."

Susan Bones, who still looked about as nervous as a rabbit caught in a snare, adjusted her new X-Men suit. I mean, it wasn't exactly the same as the Hufflepuff Quidditch robes she used to wear, but hey, it was close. The iconic X-symbol was proudly emblazoned on the chest. Her uniform was made from Acromantula silk (super comfy, thank you very much), reinforced with Ukrainian Ironbelly dragonhide in all the right places. No way was she letting some random Danger Room simulation send her to the infirmary. Not today.

"Do I look alright?" she asked, tugging at the sleeve of her suit, clearly more concerned about her appearance than, y'know, the impending forest of doom they were about to walk into.

"You look great," Harry said, slipping on the gloves of his own suit and giving her a reassuring grin. "Ready to show everyone what you've got?"

"Ready? I don't know," Susan muttered, giving her gloves a nervous tug. "But I'm about to find out." Her eyes drifted to Jean, who was standing nearby, her head tilted just a little too much like she was contemplating some deep cosmic mystery.

Susan swallowed her nerves. Jean was amazing. Smart, powerful, beautiful. And Harry... Oh Merlin—just look at him. Susan wasn't sure if her heart was racing because of the mission or because of the complicated feelings she had whenever Harry was around. She'd never had such a mess of emotions since, well, ever.

"Focus, Bones," she muttered under her breath, trying to shake off the thoughts of that guy.

The simulation kicked in, and just like that, the world around them shifted into a thick, ominous fog. Trees loomed like silent sentinels, their shadows stretching across the forest floor. Harry's voice broke through the eerie silence. "Alright, let's split into two teams. Susan, you're with me and Rogue. We'll take the left flank. Kurt, Jean, and Kitty, you take the right. Scott, Ororo, you're our backup in the rear."

The moment Harry spoke, the usual calm came over Rogue's voice. "Don't you worry 'bout us, sugar. We got this, don't we, darlin'?"

Harry flashed a grin at her, half-laughing at how casual she sounded when she was literally about to dive headfirst into the most dangerous part of the mission. But if anyone could make dodging lasers look like a walk in the park, it was Rogue.

They moved out, the ground crunching beneath their feet, fog curling like wisps of smoke. Susan's heart pounded in her chest, louder than her footsteps. She focused on staying calm. It helped that Harry was beside her. She could focus on the mission and not let her brain wander too far into the depths of "What would Harry think if I fainted right now?"

"Steady, Susan," Harry said, noticing the nervous energy she was giving off. "Take a deep breath and—hey, look out!"

It happened so fast: lasers fired from the trees ahead. Boom! Boom! Susan barely had time to react, throwing up a shimmering barrier of magical energy with her wand, just in time to absorb the blasts.

"Nice save, Bones!" Rogue's voice rang out, full of that sass she always carried like a badge of honor. "Guess we know who's our defensive girl now."

Susan felt her cheeks heat up, but she wasn't going to let it stop her. She dove into the mission, dodging more energy blasts, using her intuition to detect enemies that weren't quite as holographic as they looked. She blocked more shots, threw up shields, and even took down a couple of simulated attackers with strategic moves.

"This is like one of those action movies," Kurt said, teleporting beside them with a grin. "Only cooler, ja?"

"I'll say," Kitty added, already halfway through cracking open the enemy's communications with the ease of someone who'd spent too many hours gaming. "It's like if Dungeons and Dragons had the budget for CGI. And definitely no dice rolls."

The team was in sync, like they'd been doing this for years. Harry had a way of making everyone feel like they were part of something bigger, like they weren't just throwing punches and dodging attacks. They were all in this together.

As they neared the enemy camp, Jean's powers suddenly flared out of control. The ground shook beneath them, trees toppled like they were made of matchsticks, and Harry barely had time to shout, "Jean!" as he saw her eyes flicker with the unmistakable signs of panic.

Jean's breath came in short bursts, her hands twitching as if she were trying to fight the tidal wave of energy building inside her. "I can't—I don't know how to control this!" she gasped.

"Jean, focus on my voice," Harry said, moving to her side. "You can do this. You've done it before."

Jean's panicked eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a connection there—something deeper than just the mission, something Harry didn't quite have the words for. But before he could say anything, Jean's powers surged, tearing through the environment.

The ground split, sending massive cracks through the earth, but Susan was already ahead of the game, creating a protective barrier around Jean to shield her from the worst of it.

"Jean, you've got this," Professor Xavier's voice rang through their minds, soothing and calm. "Concentrate. Control it."

The energy swirled and flickered, but Jean gradually got a grip on it, her breathing evening out as she focused. Within seconds, the earth stopped shaking, the storm of power dissipating into the calm air.

"Thanks, Susan," Jean said, her voice thick with relief as she lowered her hands. "That was... too much."

"Don't mention it," Susan replied, giving her a small, sympathetic smile.

"Good job, Jean," Professor Xavier's voice was calm and proud. "You did well."

"Yeah, you did," Harry added, giving Jean a reassuring pat on the back. "We're a team. We all help each other out."

Logan, who had been watching from the sidelines, snorted, his cigar hanging loosely from his mouth. "This is why you never underestimate the power of a team, bub."

The forest simulation flickered, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, the metallic walls of the Danger Room snapping back into view. The team regrouped, exchanging high-fives and congratulatory grins. There was an unspoken bond between them now, forged in the heat of battle and the shared experience of working together.

Professor Xavier smiled, his gaze sweeping over them. "Excellent work, everyone. Remember, the strength of the X-Men lies not in individual power, but in our unity."

As they filed out of the Danger Room, Susan walked beside Harry, still riding the high of their success, though her mind was occupied with a few other thoughts. "Thanks for having my back in there, Harry."

"Anytime, Susan," Harry replied, his grin still lingering as he gave her a friendly, reassuring smile. "We're all in this together."

And as they left the Danger Room, they weren't just a group of mutants with extraordinary powers. They were a team. A family. And no amount of danger or threat could change that.

—

The common room at Xavier's Institute buzzed with life, the aftermath of their Danger Room session still hanging in the air. Laughter echoed off the walls as the students flopped onto beanbags, sofas, and the occasional piece of furniture that was just begging to be leaned on in that gloriously lazy, post-training way. People were teasing each other about close calls (Scott had definitely dropped a "sunglasses-wearing" comment when Rogue nearly whacked him with an energy blast) and sharing excited thoughts about new tricks they could try next time.

Kitty Pryde, as usual, was bouncing on her heels with an idea brewing. "Okay, okay, I got it!" She slammed her hands down on the table like she was about to announce the winning lottery numbers. "We've been using codenames forever, right? But Harry and Susan, you guys don't have one! Let's fix that!"

Harry and Susan exchanged an awkward glance, feeling the weight of all eyes on them. Susan had her hands wrapped tightly around her mug of hot chocolate like it was a lifeline, while Harry gave a nervous smile, glancing at Jean out of the corner of his eye. The last thing he needed was to be put on the spot with his whole team watching him.

"You know," Rogue drawled from the couch, her Southern accent thick and sweet like warm honey, "Harry could be something cool like... Spellcaster? Or maybe, Enchanter? You know, something that sounds all wizard-y and mysterious."

Harry laughed, but there was a little cringe to it. "Yeah, thanks, Rogue, but I don't know if that's the vibe I'm going for." He avoided looking at Jean again—she was sitting nearby, chewing on a strand of hair. Not that he had any issues with that—okay, maybe a lot of issues. But that wasn't the point right now.

Jean, ever the empathetic soul, leaned forward, eyes bright with a thought. "What if it's something that honors your parents, Harry?" she suggested, her voice calm and steady. "I mean, the Marauders were kind of a big deal, right?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Marauder," he said, and suddenly everything clicked into place. The name felt right, like it fit him in a way no codename ever had. It was a tribute to his dad, to his legacy. And maybe, just maybe, it made him feel a little more connected to the father he never really got to know. "I like that," he said, his eyes lighting up. "Marauder."

Kitty pumped her fist. "I knew it! That's perfect!"

Kurt—who was seated upside down on the couch, all lanky limbs and a goofy grin—nodded eagerly. "Ja, I think it suits you very well, Harry." He adjusted his glasses, his heavy German accent somehow making everything sound even more charming. "Much better than 'Spellcaster,' I think."

Everyone laughed, but it was a good laugh. The kind of laugh that made it clear they were a team. A real team.

Then it was Susan's turn, and Kurt's smile was all warmth as he looked at her. "What about you, Susan? Any ideas?" he asked.

Susan blinked, surprised at how everyone's attention suddenly zeroed in on her. She rubbed her neck, shy but also flattered. "Well, I was thinking... Veritas," she said slowly, her cheeks warming. "It means 'truth,' and... well, it's kind of what I do, right?" She glanced at Harry, her heart fluttering. "Detecting lies and all."

The group nodded in appreciation, the name fitting her powers perfectly. "Veritas!" Kitty exclaimed. "It's got this cool, mysterious vibe."

Susan felt her confidence rise a little, and she smiled, her nervousness fading. "Yeah. I think I like that."

Kitty, who'd been bouncing in her seat with a grin that could probably power a small city, slammed her hands together. "Wait! Wait! I got it!" She couldn't sit still for a second. "What if Harry and Susan formed a new team—like, just the two of them. Magic meets mutant! Like... MageX!" She practically vibrated with excitement. "Come on, it's totally awesome! Right?"

Everyone else stared at her for a second, and then a chorus of excited voices echoed through the room.

"MageX, I love it!" Rogue said, the lilt in her accent making everything sound cooler. "Sounds like we're about to take down a whole bunch of bad guys, huh?"

Harry grinned ear to ear. "MageX? That sounds... like a superhero squad." His eyes shone with approval. "I mean, who wouldn't want to be in MageX?"

"To MageX, then!" Kitty raised her glass of juice, nearly spilling it all over herself in her excitement.

Everyone else raised their cups too, and the room filled with cheer. "To MageX," they all chorused, and for a moment, it was like they were no longer just mutants and wizards. They were something more. A team. A family.

Scott, sitting off to the side, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, wasn't quite as enthusiastic as the rest of the group. He couldn't help but notice the way Jean's gaze lingered on Harry when she thought no one was looking. The tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It didn't help that Jean was still fiddling with her hair, a telltale sign she was nervous. Or maybe... interested? Yeah, that definitely wasn't helping.

"Alright," Rogue drawled, settling back into her spot, "y'all better be ready. MageX just became a thing, and we're gonna show everyone what we're made of!" Her grin was wide, mischievous, and just a little bit dangerous. "And maybe next time, we'll even make it through the Danger Room without someone blowing something up."

Kitty, always eager to share an adventure story, leaned in and dramatically said, "That totally reminded me of the time my elf ranger took down a dragon with nothing but a bow and arrow." Her eyes sparkled. "I know, right? I'm basically a legend."

"I bet the dragon was trembling with fear," Harry teased, nudging her playfully.

Susan laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days. There was something about this team—these people—something that felt right. They were all so different, but they came together in the way only a group of mutants, wizards, and superheroes could. And for the first time, Susan felt like she was exactly where she belonged.

As the evening wore on, the chatter slowed to comfortable hums, but Susan caught herself glancing at Harry once more. And this time, when their eyes met, he didn't look away. A small smile tugged at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, something magical was beginning.

—

The mansion was quiet, eerily so, like the calm before a storm—only, it wasn't just any storm. Jean Grey, nestled under her covers, was having the kind of night that made your worst nightmares seem like bedtime stories. Seriously, I've had bad dreams—like that one where I was being chased by a giant talking taco—but this was something else entirely.

Jean's dreams were chaos incarnate. Fire, shadows, lightning, and all of it seemed to be crammed into her head like an overstuffed suitcase. She could practically hear a villain laughing in the background, like a cartoon character who had one too many evil monologues. Every corner of her mind was a minefield of raw power she couldn't control. The whole thing was more intense than an MCU post-credits scene, and trust me, that's saying something.

Then—BOOM. Her eyes shot open like a firecracker being lit. The light show wasn't just from her eyes; it was like a psychic explosion had gone off in the mansion. It felt like a sonic boom, except the sound was all in your head. The whole building rattled like a Jenga tower under threat, and everyone in the mansion felt it.

Harry swore under his breath, clutching his head like someone had just sucker-punched him with a mental sledgehammer. "What the—?" His mind was reeling, and his thoughts were as scrambled as eggs in a frying pan. He glanced over at Susan, who looked like she'd just been hit by a freight train.

Susan barely managed to gasp for air before she doubled over, her face going pale. The air around them felt like it had been sucked into a vacuum, leaving nothing but static electricity and a bad case of vertigo. Not exactly the night you expect when you're trying to chill after a Danger Room session.

Professor Xavier, who was doing his best impersonation of a Jedi Master—seriously, one would think the guy might have telepathy on a whole other level—was in his study when the psychic wave hit. It was like an electric shock, but a million times worse, and he wasn't exactly about to let that take him down. In fact, he didn't even flinch.

"Jean!" Xavier's voice cut through the chaos like a lifeline. "Focus on my voice. You can do this. You're safe, we're here for you."

Somehow, even though the whole mansion was shaking like it was about to collapse, Jean managed to hear him. It was like the Professor was the calm in the storm—of course, he was. The guy practically had a Ph.D. in keeping it together. Jean, though? She was drowning in power, trying to hold it back, but it felt like trying to stop a tidal wave with a sponge.

Slowly, though, like someone trying to defuse a bomb with a butter knife, Jean began to reign it in. Her breaths came out shaky, but the psychic chaos started to die down. The mansion stopped vibrating like it was caught in an earthquake, but everyone was still a little shell-shocked.

Ororo and Logan had arrived just as the aftershocks were fading, their faces tense with concern. They found Jean sitting on her bed, drenched in sweat, like she'd just run a marathon—barefoot, up a mountain, in the rain.

"Jean," Professor Xavier said softly, wheeling toward her. "Are you alright?"

Jean looked up at him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and confusion. "I...I don't know," she whispered, voice wavering. "It was like I was losing control. Like... something was taking over."

Ororo, the voice of reason and grace, sat next to Jean, giving her a warm, reassuring smile. "You're not alone, Jean. We're here to help. We'll get through this together."

Logan, gruff as always, but with just the right amount of sincerity under his rough exterior, gave her a look that would've melted the heart of anyone not made of pure stubbornness. "Yeah, kid," he grumbled, "We've got your back, no matter what."

Jean barely registered his words—her mind was still swirling with the remnants of what had just happened—but she appreciated the gesture. She always did.

And then, just when it seemed like things were settling down, Jean's powers flared up again—only this time, it wasn't a psychic wave. It was fire. Heat. Out of nowhere, the temperature in the room spiked. Like, someone cranked the heat up to "inferno" and didn't bother telling anyone.

Everyone in the room gasped as the air around them grew thick and oppressive. Sweat instantly began to bead on their foreheads, and even Ororo, who could control the weather (and had probably dealt with heatwaves that could fry eggs on the sidewalk), stepped back, looking a little rattled.

"Jean!" Professor Xavier called out, his voice commanding, but also a little cautious. "You need to calm down. Focus, Jean!"

"I—I'm trying!" Jean snapped, and the heat flared up again. Her hands were trembling, and she had this wild look in her eyes, as though her powers were a horse that had broken free of its reins.

—

Harry's brain, the one that always seemed to work overtime in times of crisis, screamed at him not to do it. But his body? His body was already moving. The moment Jean's psychic storm hit the mansion like a sonic boom, Harry didn't think. He just ran. Right into the inferno.

"Harry, no!" Ororo shouted, but she might as well have been talking to a brick wall. A really stubborn, reckless, adrenaline-pumped brick wall.

Heat blasted from Jean like an out-of-control furnace. The air was thick with it, pressing down on Harry's skin until he could feel it sizzling, like he was getting a second-degree burn for breakfast. But his healing factor was in full swing, turning his flesh back to normal with each painful step.

Jean's eyes were glowing like she'd swallowed the sun, and the sheer intensity of it all was making Harry dizzy. It was like standing too close to a live wire—sparks flying everywhere, but no one knew how to shut it down. Well, except for him, apparently. He was the idiot who was going to try.

"Jean," Harry gritted, his teeth clenched and his body on fire. He grabbed her hand, ignoring the way his flesh screamed in protest. "Focus on me. You're stronger than this. I know it. You can do this."

Jean's eyes flickered, and Harry's heart nearly stopped. The intensity in her gaze melted into confusion, fear, then something else—something like recognition. She trembled, her powers fluctuating wildly, but she didn't pull away. Her hand tightened around his, like she was anchoring herself to something solid. Or maybe she was anchoring him. Either way, it was the most powerful connection Harry had ever felt.

"Harry," Jean whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, "I'm so scared."

Harry squeezed her hand, forcing a smile that felt a little too forced, given that he was currently burning up like a human torch. "It's okay. We'll figure this out, together."

It was like his words were a lifeline, and Jean slowly, carefully, began to reel herself back from the edge. The glow in her eyes started to dim, the heat that had been threatening to turn the room into a sauna began to ebb away. The storm inside her calmed, like a tide receding from the shore. And just like that, it was over.

For now, anyway.

As the temperature in the room normalized, Harry felt his heart rate drop, the last of his burns healing up. Ororo and Logan entered the room, their expressions a mix of concern and something else. Admiration, maybe? Whatever it was, they looked at him like he'd just done the impossible.

Xavier rolled in a few seconds later, looking like he'd just run a mental marathon. He nodded at Harry, and then Jean, who was slumped on the bed, her eyes still wide and filled with residual panic.

"Well done, Harry," Xavier said, his voice surprisingly light despite the chaos they had just witnessed. "Jean, you did it. You took control."

Jean, her breath still ragged, gave him a shaky nod. "Thanks, Harry," she whispered, her voice small and full of gratitude.

It wasn't the first time Harry had been thanked, but something about Jean's tone made him want to do a double-take. He didn't know what it was, but it felt different. Not just "thanks for stopping the world from burning down," but a deeper, quieter appreciation. The kind that makes you rethink your entire existence.

Before he could dwell on that, the door creaked open and in walked Scott Summers, the resident "I'm-the-leader-even-when-I'm-not-the-leader" guy. He stood there for a moment, looking at the scene before him, before finally speaking up.

"Yeah, great job, everyone," Scott said, his voice dripping with that special brand of sarcasm that was 80% "I'm-bitter-about-everything" and 20% "I'm-jealous-but-don't-want-to-admit-it." "But maybe next time, we should let me handle it. After all, Jean and I are supposed to be a team."

Harry couldn't help but give Scott a look that clearly said, Really? His eyebrows shot up like, Come on, man. We're doing this again?

Jean's face twisted with frustration, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she focused on Harry, as if he were the only one in the room who mattered.

Ororo rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed by Scott's input. "Scott, maybe you should just let Jean decide who she wants on her team," she said, voice calm but with a certain sharpness. "She can handle herself, and so can Harry."

Logan, who had been leaning against the doorframe and looking a little too pleased with the way things had gone down, puffed on his cigar and muttered, "Kid's got guts," while giving Harry an approving nod. "Chuck, you better keep an eye on him. He might just be the one to watch."

Xavier, who had probably heard enough to last him a lifetime, simply sighed and nodded. "Yes, Logan. I agree." He then looked back to Jean. "Are you alright?"

Jean nodded weakly, but there was a look in her eyes, a flicker of something Harry couldn't quite place. It wasn't just gratitude. It was something more complicated. But it wasn't the time to figure that out. Not now.

As everyone started to leave the room, the weight of the night began to settle. Jean was exhausted, but she wasn't broken. And Harry? He was just glad he didn't end up being roasted alive by a psychotic telekinetic storm.

For now, though, things were calm. But the night had a feeling of waiting—like something was just around the corner. They had weathered this storm, but Jean knew, and Harry knew, that the real challenge was just beginning.

---

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