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carmillaZabini, Blaise. That was the last of them. Snape watched the procession trailing away, black, silver and green, and fought the urge to cry. Or scream.
"Fuck the Ministry's orders!" he'd yelled. "These are our students! Merlin's beard, Albus! These are our children!"
Steely eyes fixed on his, sad but resigned. "They are also their parents' children, Severus." That had been that.
They were boarding the train, now. No parents to collect them. They weren't allowed within sight of Hogwarts.
Death Eaters in training, Weasley had sneered, and Potter had nodded.
If they hadn't been before, they would be now.
"Fuck the Ministry's orders!" he'd yelled. "These are our students! Merlin's beard, Albus! These are our children!"
Steely eyes fixed on his, sad but resigned. "They are also their parents' children, Severus." That had been that.
They were boarding the train, now. No parents to collect them. They weren't allowed within sight of Hogwarts.
Death Eaters in training, Weasley had sneered, and Potter had nodded.
If they hadn't been before, they would be now.