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There
was
a
long
silence
,
broken
only
by
an
odd
clicking
noise
.
Fawkes
the
phoenix
was
gnawing
a
bit
of
cuttlebone
.
"
Would
you
like
me
to
do
it
now
?
"
asked
Snape
,
his
voice
heavy
with
irony
.
"
Or
would
you
like
a
few
moments
to
compose
an
epitaph
?
"
"
Oh
,
not
quite
yet
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
smiling
.
"
I
daresay
the
moment
will
present
itself
in
due
course
.
Given
what
has
happened
tonight
,
"
he
indicated
his
withered
hand
,
"
we
can
be
sure
that
it
will
happen
within
a
year
.
"
"
If
you
do
n't
mind
dying
,
"
said
Snape
roughly
,
"
why
not
let
Draco
do
it
?
"
"
That
boy
's
soul
is
not
yet
so
damaged
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
I
would
not
have
it
ripped
apart
on
my
account
.
"
"
And
my
soul
,
Dumbledore
?
Mine
?
"
"
You
alone
know
whether
it
will
harm
your
soul
to
help
an
old
man
avoid
pain
and
humiliation
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
I
ask
this
one
great
favor
of
you
,
Severus
,
because
death
is
coming
for
me
as
surely
as
the
Chudley
Cannons
will
finish
bottom
of
this
year
's
league
.
I
confess
I
should
prefer
a
quick
,
painless
exit
to
the
protracted
and
messy
affair
it
will
be
if
,
for
instance
,
Greyback
is
involved
--
I
hear
Voldemort
has
recruited
him
?
Or
dear
Bellatrix
,
who
likes
to
play
with
her
food
before
she
eats
it
.
"
His
tone
was
light
,
but
his
blue
eyes
pierced
Snape
as
they
had
frequently
pierced
Harry
,
as
though
the
soul
they
discussed
was
visible
to
him
.
At
last
Snape
gave
another
curt
nod
.
Dumbledore
seemed
satisfied
.
