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Snape looked at the hand on his shoulder for the brief moment it was there and continued to look at his should after it was removed. Too much happened since he was taken to Azkaban. As much as he wanted things to be the way they were when he and Marcella had shared his cottage, he knew they couldn't be. If only there were some way Dumbledore could safely hide them away back there, where they had grown to love rather than resent one another. He sighed and looked down at the hands in his lap, his eyes moving over his blood-stained robe.
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