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"
If
she
means
so
much
to
you
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
"
surely
Lord
Voldemort
will
spare
her
?
Could
you
not
ask
for
mercy
for
the
mother
,
in
exchange
for
the
son
?
"
"
I
have
--
I
have
asked
him
--
"
"
You
disgust
me
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
and
Harry
had
never
heard
so
much
contempt
in
his
voice
.
Snape
seemed
to
shrink
a
little
,
"
You
do
not
care
,
then
,
about
the
deaths
of
her
husband
and
child
?
They
can
die
,
as
long
as
you
have
what
you
want
?
"
Snape
said
nothing
,
but
merely
looked
up
at
Dumbledore
.
"
Hide
them
all
,
then
,
"
he
croaked
.
"
Keep
her
--
them
--
safe
.
Please
.
"
"
And
what
will
you
give
me
in
return
,
Severus
?
"
"
In
--
in
return
?
"
Snape
gaped
at
Dumbledore
,
and
Harry
expected
him
to
protest
,
but
after
a
long
moment
he
said
,
"
Anything
.
"
The
hilltop
faded
,
and
Harry
stood
in
Dumbledore
's
office
,
and
something
was
making
a
terrible
sound
,
like
a
wounded
animal
.
Snape
was
slumped
forward
in
a
chair
and
Dumbledore
was
standing
over
him
,
looking
grim
.
After
a
moment
or
two
,
Snape
raised
his
face
,
and
he
looked
like
a
man
who
had
lived
a
hundred
years
of
misery
since
leaving
the
wild
hilltop
.
"
I
thought
...
you
were
going
...
to
keep
her
...
safe
...
"
