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This was their special place. When Father was cruel to Severus, Silvanus would take his brother here: a secret hollow formed between two trees which arched toward each other, their branches interwoven and their leaves overlapping. There the twins would hide, safe from all harm. Silvanus wrapped his arms around Severus. He brushed the tears from Severus’ cheeks.
“It’s alright,” he soothed, “don’t listen to what he says about you. I think you’re perfect, little brother.”
“You are only twelve minutes older than I am,” Severus complained, but he buried his face in his big brother’s neck and felt better.