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The Movement of the Law-Enforcement
"Parole? Who paroles people like this?" Harry exploded.
Severus scowled, "Well damned if I know Potter—I've been retired for just such a reason."
Harry's cheeks bloomed like carnations. "You know that's not what I meant."
"Hmf. Come Elaine, time for lunch. Call me when you find something worthwhile," he addressed the younger boy, eyes narrowing. "But do drop off the antidote on your way down."
Potter waved his hand at their retreating backs. "Of course! Of course!"
Severus stalked down the hall, outstripping Elaine's running stride.
"Severus—Severus! Darling?"
He whirled on her, catching her in a tight embrace.
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