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"
I
ca
n't
pretend
anymore
.
You
've
chosen
your
way
,
I
've
chosen
mine
.
"
"
No
--
listen
,
I
did
n't
mean
--
"
"
--
to
call
me
Mudblood
?
But
you
call
everyone
of
my
birth
Mudblood
,
Severus
.
Why
should
I
be
any
different
?
"
He
struggled
on
the
verge
of
speech
,
but
with
a
contemptuous
look
she
turned
and
climbed
back
through
the
portrait
hole
...
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
.
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
--
Then
a
blinding
,
jagged
jet
of
white
light
flew
through
the
air
.
Harry
thought
of
lightning
,
but
Snape
had
dropped
to
his
knees
and
his
wand
had
flown
out
of
his
hand
.
"
Do
n't
kill
me
!
"
"
That
was
not
my
intention
.
"
Any
sound
of
Dumbledore
Apparating
had
been
drowned
by
the
sound
of
the
wind
in
the
branches
.
He
stood
before
Snape
with
his
robes
whipping
around
him
,
and
his
face
was
illuminated
from
below
in
the
light
cast
by
his
wand
.
"
Well
,
Severus
?
What
message
does
Lord
Voldemort
have
for
me
?
"
