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Everyone’s eyes were on us as we entered the Great Hall. Me, the female stranger standing intimately close to their Potions Master, supporting him, the wheels behind their eyes whirring with the sudden realization, but most importantly, Severus, half supporting himself on a cane and me, his left arm and leg still mostly paralyzed and a tremor in his right hand. They had never seen their aloof teacher so vulnerable. Human. It had been a year, a year of Hickman Lines, stress, uncertainty, pain and estimations of when his voice would return and when the tremor and paralysis will stop, ‘Oh, he’ll be speaking by winter!’ &#