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Hatred
boiled
up
in
Harry
at
the
sight
of
him
.
He
had
forgotten
the
details
of
Snape
's
appearance
in
the
magnitude
of
his
crimes
,
forgotten
how
his
greasy
black
hair
hung
in
curtains
around
his
thin
face
,
how
his
black
eyes
had
a
dead
,
cold
look
.
He
was
not
wearing
nightclothes
,
but
was
dressed
in
his
usual
black
cloak
,
and
he
too
was
holding
his
wand
ready
for
a
fight
.
"
Where
are
the
Carrows
?
"
he
asked
quietly
.
"
Wherever
you
told
them
to
be
,
I
expect
,
Severus
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
Snape
stepped
nearer
,
and
his
eyes
flitted
over
Professor
McGonagall
into
the
air
around
her
,
as
if
he
knew
that
Harry
was
there
.
Harry
held
his
wand
up
too
,
ready
to
attack
.
"
I
was
under
the
impression
,
"
said
Snape
,
"
that
Alecto
had
apprehended
an
intruder
.
"
"
Really
?
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
"
And
what
gave
you
that
impression
?
"
Snape
mad
a
slight
flexing
movement
of
his
left
arm
,
where
the
Dark
Mark
was
branded
into
his
skin
.
"
Oh
,
but
naturally
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
.
"
You
Death
Eaters
have
your
own
private
means
of
communication
,
I
forgot
.
"
Snape
pretended
not
to
have
heard
her
.
His
eyes
were
still
probing
the
air
all
about
her
,
and
he
was
moving
gradually
closer
,
with
an
air
of
hardly
noticing
what
he
was
doing
.
