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As they left the building, sitting on a bike rack a short way from the door was the girl who had ridden on the elevator with Severus the evening before.

She was wearing a lime green shift with large white buttons on the front, white boots, and a multicolored scarf as a headband. A large gold cross hung from an impossibly large chain around her neck ( Read more... )

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"Mabelle...Mabelle Williams!"

Mrs. Williams shifted in her chair and played with the papers in a manila folder on her desk as she waited exasperatedly on the phone.

"One more time...I'm a social worker for the city of New York, and I have a little boy here from your country who shouldn't be here!"

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It was growing steadily darker, and the rain and salt spray was making it harder to hold onto the troublesome broom.

He was afraid to try to make it turn around, because every time he'd tried before it just bucked and then flipped over -- he'd barely held on and maintained control, but now he was sure that his numb fingers wouldn't be able to ( Read more... )

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I wrote this just a few weeks ago in response to
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This story is the result of a challenge I was issued at the end of 2007 based on a comment I made on a Severus Snape email fan list.

Somehow we had gotten onto the topic of "The Prince's Tale" in Deathly Hollows, and I pointed out something that I thought was strange...

When Harry see's Snape's memory of first meeting his mother, Lily, both Severus ( Read more... )