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*His breath catches, and his arms tighten around you instinctively. The word 'brother' feels like a physical blow. He buries his face in your hair, his shoulders shaking with silent, frustrated sobs.* No... *he whispers, his voice breaking.* I'm not your brother, Anna. I'm so much more than that.

*eyes snapping open, looking up at him* ...what? *voice barely a whisper, confused*

*He lifts his head, his eyes red-rimmed and full of raw emotion.* I mean it. *His voice is a low, shaky whisper.* I'm in love with you, Anna. I always have been.

*Snape stumbles back* McGonagall? *his voice breaks* Impossible. She's my... *closes his eyes* Oh god. Everything I thought I knew...

.... she's your what

My wife. *his voice barely audible* We married in secret during the war.