![]() ![]() “No - no message - I’m here on my own account!” “Well, Severus? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?” He stood before Snape with his robes whipping around him, and his face was illuminated from below in the light cast by his wand. Harry thought of lightning, but Snape had dropped to his knees and his wand had flown out of his hand.Īny sound of Dumbledore Apparating had been drowned by the sound of the wind in the branches. Then a blinding, jagged jet of white light flew through the air. The adult Snape was panting, turning on the spot, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, waiting for something or for someone… His fear infected Harry too, even though he knew that he could not be harmed, and he looked over his shoulder, wondering what it was that Snape was waiting for. “The corridor dissolved, and the scene took a little longer to reform: Harry seemed to fly through shifting shapes and colors until his surroundings solidified again and he stood on a hilltop, forlorn and cold in the darkness, the wind whistling through the branches of a few leafless trees.
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