BEING BACK IN HIS OWN ROBES & OUT IN THE REAL WORLD   felt foreign.  his own skin felt like it didn’t belong to him, & the warm sunlight shining on his visage was dreamily   ( he hadn’t had those in a while, but the idea of it was something he remembered from another life ).  how old was he even ?  fifty, give or take ?  that hardly mattered ;   if it didn’t when he knew severus snape, it was even less important now that the man became a name scattered by the wind.

he dared to take a look at the auror leading him out.  he’d seen that face before, hadn’t he ?  was he another ghost sent to haunt him ?   no, severus had to remind himself, my time is done  —-  the minister said so.

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