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Harry
's
heart
missed
a
beat
.
"
That
's
my
nickname
,
"
he
said
.
"
Your
nickname
,
"
repeated
Snape
.
"
Yeah
...
that
's
what
my
friends
call
me
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
understand
what
a
nickname
is
,
"
said
Snape
.
The
cold
,
black
eyes
were
boring
once
more
into
Harry
's
;
he
tried
not
to
look
into
them
.
Close
your
mind
...
close
your
mind
...
but
he
had
never
learned
how
to
do
it
properly
...
"
Do
you
know
what
I
think
,
Potter
?
"
said
Snape
,
very
quietly
.
"
I
think
that
you
are
a
liar
and
a
cheat
and
that
you
deserve
detention
with
me
every
Saturday
until
the
end
of
term
.
What
do
you
think
,
Potter
?
"
"
I
--
I
do
n't
agree
,
sir
,
"
said
Harry
,
still
refusing
to
look
into
Snape
's
eyes
.
"
Well
,
we
shall
see
how
you
feel
after
your
detentions
,
"
said
Snape
.
"
Ten
o'clock
Saturday
morning
,
Potter
.
My
office
.
"
"
But
sir
,
"
said
Harry
,
looking
up
desperately
.
"
Quidditch
...
the
last
match
of
the
--
"
"
Ten
o'clock
,
"
whispered
Snape
,
with
a
smile
that
showed
his
yellow
teeth
.
"
Poor
Gryffindor
...
fourth
place
this
year
,
I
fear
...
"
And
he
left
the
bathroom
without
another
word
,
leaving
Harry
to
stare
into
the
cracked
mirror
,
feeling
sicker
,
he
was
sure
,
than
Ron
had
ever
felt
in
his
life
.
