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"I think you're wrong," she replied.
He hadn't heard her creep up behind him but her voice was soft and low in his ear.
He turned his head to face her.
"Wrong that I haven't sufficiently repented for my missteps?" He sighed and turned away with a pained look.
Her hand, light and cool, went to his cheek and pulled his face back toward her again.
"No, Severus," she whispered. "Wrong that you've nothing to return for."
He scowled at her and she smiled ruefully in response.
"For the first time in your life, you're free. As a child . . . you had an unhappy environment. In school, you were being pulled in too many directions by too many people. As an adult you were a Death Eater, a spy, a teacher, and a member of the Order. Now you have the opportunity to just be you."
"You're forgetting one thing," he snarled. "I killed Albus Dumbledore!"