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"
No
!
"
roared
Snape
's
voice
and
the
pain
stopped
as
suddenly
as
it
had
started
;
Harry
lay
curled
on
the
dark
grass
,
clutching
his
wand
and
panting
;
somewhere
overhead
Snape
was
shouting
,
"
Have
you
forgotten
our
orders
?
Potter
belongs
to
the
Dark
Lord
--
we
are
to
leave
him
!
Go
!
Go
!
"
And
Harry
felt
the
ground
shudder
under
his
face
as
the
brother
and
sister
and
the
enormous
Death
Eater
obeyed
,
running
toward
the
gates
.
Harry
uttered
an
inarticulate
yell
of
rage
:
in
that
instant
,
he
cared
not
whether
he
lived
or
died
.
Pushing
himself
to
his
feet
again
,
he
staggered
blindly
toward
Snape
,
the
man
he
now
hated
as
much
as
he
hated
Voldemort
himself
--
"
Sectum
--
"
Snape
flicked
his
wand
and
the
curse
was
repelled
yet
again
;
but
Harry
was
mere
feet
away
now
and
he
could
see
Snape
's
face
clearly
at
last
:
he
was
no
longer
sneering
or
jeering
;
the
blazing
flames
showed
a
face
full
of
rage
.
Mustering
all
his
powers
of
concentration
,
Harry
thought
,
Levi
--
"
No
,
Potter
!
"
screamed
Snape
.
There
was
a
loud
BANG
and
Harry
was
soaring
backward
,
hitting
the
ground
hard
again
,
and
this
time
his
wand
flew
out
of
his
hand
.
He
could
hear
Hagrid
yelling
and
Fang
howling
as
Snape
closed
in
and
looked
down
on
him
where
he
lay
,
wandless
and
defenseless
as
Dumbledore
had
been
.
Snape
's
pale
face
,
illuminated
by
the
flaming
cabin
,
was
suffused
with
hatred
just
as
it
had
been
before
he
had
cursed
Dumbledore
.
"
You
dare
use
my
own
spells
against
me
,
Potter
?
It
was
I
who
invented
them
--
I
,
the
Half-Blood
Prince
!
And
you
'd
turn
my
inventions
on
me
,
like
your
filthy
father
,
would
you
?
I
do
n't
think
so
...
no
!
"
Harry
had
dived
for
his
wand
;
Snape
shot
a
hex
at
it
and
it
flew
feet
away
into
the
darkness
and
out
of
sight
.
"
Kill
me
then
,
"
panted
Harry
,
who
felt
no
fear
at
all
,
but
only
rage
and
contempt
.
"
Kill
me
like
you
killed
him
,
you
coward
--
"
