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"
All
this
long
night
when
I
am
on
the
brink
of
victory
,
I
have
sat
here
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
his
voice
barely
louder
than
a
whisper
,
"
wondering
,
wondering
,
why
the
Elder
Wand
refuses
to
be
what
it
ought
to
be
,
refuses
to
perform
as
legend
says
it
must
perform
for
its
rightful
owner
...
and
I
think
I
have
the
answer
.
"
Snape
did
not
speak
.
"
Perhaps
you
already
know
it
?
You
are
a
clever
man
,
after
all
,
Severus
.
You
have
been
a
good
and
faithful
servant
,
and
I
regret
what
must
happen
.
"
"
My
Lord
--
"
"
The
Elder
Wand
can
not
serve
me
properly
,
Severus
,
because
I
am
not
its
true
master
.
The
Elder
Wand
belongs
to
the
wizard
who
killed
its
last
owner
.
You
killed
Albus
Dumbledore
.
While
you
live
,
Severus
,
the
Elder
Wand
can
not
truly
be
mine
.
"
"
My
Lord
!
"
Snape
protested
,
raising
his
wand
.
"
It
can
not
be
any
other
way
,
"
said
Voldemort
.
"
I
must
master
the
wand
,
Severus
.
Master
the
wand
,
and
I
master
Potter
at
last
.
"
And
Voldemort
swiped
the
air
with
the
Elder
Wand
.
It
did
nothing
to
Snape
,
who
for
a
split
second
seemed
to
think
he
had
been
reprieved
:
but
then
Voldemort
's
intention
became
clear
.
The
snake
's
cage
was
rolling
through
the
air
,
and
before
Snape
could
do
anything
more
than
yell
,
it
had
encased
him
,
head
and
shoulders
,
and
Voldemort
spoke
in
Parseltongue
.
"
Kill
.
"
There
was
a
terrible
scream
.
