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Lucius found Severus amidst Hogwarts' ruins, clasping his dead son's prize. She was spouting fractured Arithmancy, and Severus' expression . . . it moved between masks as he gazed at her and stroked her hair.

"How touching."

The mask with which Severus favored him then was a blank one.

"Of course, it's nothing to do with me how you elect to celebrate."

Severus' hand stilled, his shame burning as twin roses in his pale cheeks.

"But you might share."

"I . . . Hermione . . . ."

"Was promised to my son, as you well know."

Severus' eyes moved to Lucius' wand. "Then we'll send her to him . . . after."