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Then
Snape
spoke
,
and
Harry
's
heart
lurched
:
Snape
was
inches
away
from
where
he
crouched
,
hidden
.
"
...
my
Lord
,
their
resistance
is
crumbling
--
"
"
--
and
it
is
doing
so
without
your
help
,
"
said
Voldemort
in
his
high
,
clear
voice
.
"
Skilled
wizard
though
you
are
,
Severus
,
I
do
not
think
you
will
make
much
difference
now
.
We
are
almost
there
...
almost
.
"
"
Let
me
find
the
boy
.
Let
me
bring
you
Potter
.
I
know
I
can
find
him
,
my
Lord
.
Please
.
"
Snape
strode
past
the
gap
,
and
Harry
drew
back
a
little
,
keeping
his
eyes
fixed
upon
Nagini
,
wondering
whether
there
was
any
spell
that
might
penetrate
the
protection
surrounding
her
,
but
he
could
not
think
of
anything
.
One
failed
attempt
,
and
he
would
give
away
his
position
...
Voldemort
stood
up
.
Harry
could
see
him
now
,
see
the
red
eyes
,
the
flattened
,
serpentine
face
,
the
pallor
of
him
gleaming
slightly
in
the
semidarkness
.
"
I
have
a
problem
,
Severus
,
"
said
Voldemort
softly
.
"
My
Lord
?
"
said
Snape
.
Voldemort
raised
the
Elder
Wand
,
holding
it
as
delicately
and
precisely
as
a
conductor
's
baton
.
"
Why
does
n't
it
work
for
me
,
Severus
?
"
