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After Marcella left, Kristi changed into some pajamas and slipped beneath her sheets. Now that she was alone, she couldn't stop the flow of tears which escape her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. He was going to be taken away again and this time, there was no hope of him ever coming back. They'd never had a typical father-daughter relationship, but they loved each other and were a family in their own way. He was all she knew; her only family, as far as she could gather. She didn't want to leave the castle where she had spend the majority of her life, apart from the summers she had stayed at their house in Norway. But, she didn't want to stay here without him, either. Nor was she particularly fond of the idea of going back to the cottage in Norway without him, though it might be less painful than staying here as they had not spent as much time at the cottage.
What was she going to do? Snape seemed to think she and Marcella should stick together for safety. They had the means to stay in hiding but, what kind of life was that? They'd merely sit around, drowning in their grief. If that was to be their fate, they might as well just make a full frontal assault on the Dark Lord right now and get it over with. Kristi took a deep breath and let it out slowly; she didn't want Marcella to see her like this.
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