Severus looked up through a dark curtain of hair at Alecto. Should he tell her? What harm would it cause, really?
"Because... the Alecto I know? She has it. Like I do," he said, focus falling to his sleeve as he exposed his forearm to her. Was it really so much of a risk anymore? He doubted that anyone was about to hunt him down for it in this odd new world and he'd yet to feel Voldemort's call. The wizard was dead in his world and, he had to hope, in this one as well.
He'd never forgive the man for taking the only thing he'd ever felt dear from him.