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"
Why
did
both
the
wands
I
have
used
fail
when
directed
at
Harry
Potter
?
"
"
I
--
I
can
not
answer
that
,
my
Lord
.
"
"
Ca
n't
you
?
"
The
stab
of
rage
felt
like
a
spike
driven
through
Harry
's
head
:
he
forced
his
own
fist
into
his
mouth
to
stop
himself
from
crying
out
in
pain
.
He
closed
his
eyes
,
and
suddenly
he
was
Voldemort
,
looking
into
Snape
's
pale
face
.
"
My
wand
of
yew
did
everything
of
which
I
asked
it
,
Severus
,
except
to
kill
Harry
Potter
.
Twice
it
failed
.
Ollivander
told
me
under
torture
of
the
twin
cores
,
told
me
to
take
another
's
wand
.
I
did
so
,
but
Lucius
's
wand
shattered
upon
meeting
Potter
's
.
"
"
I
--
I
have
no
explanation
,
my
Lord
.
"
Snape
was
not
looking
at
Voldemort
now
.
His
dark
eyes
were
still
fixed
upon
the
coiling
serpent
in
its
protective
sphere
.
"
I
sought
a
third
wand
,
Severus
.
The
Elder
Wand
,
the
Wand
of
Destiny
,
the
Deathstick
.
I
took
it
from
its
previous
master
.
I
took
it
from
the
grave
of
Albus
Dumbledore
.
"
And
now
Snape
looked
at
Voldemort
,
and
Snape
's
face
was
like
a
death
mask
.
It
was
marble
white
and
so
still
that
when
he
spoke
,
it
was
a
shock
to
see
that
anyone
lived
behind
the
blank
eyes
.
"
My
Lord
--
let
me
go
to
the
boy
--
"
