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Lily glanced toward her parents, who were looking around the platform with an air of wholehearted enjoyment, drinking in the scene. Then she looked back at her sister, and her voice was low and fierce.

“You didn’t think it was such a freak’s school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you. ”

Petunia turned scarlet.

“Beg? I didn’t beg! ”

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“I saw his reply. It was very kind. ”

“You shouldn’t have read —” whispered Petunia, “that was my private — how could you —? ”

Lily gave herself away by half-glancing toward where Snape stood nearby. Petunia gasped.

“That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room! ”

“No — not sneaking —” Now Lily was on the defensive. “Severus saw the envelope, and he couldn’t believe a Muggle could have con- tacted Hogwarts, that’s all! He says there must be wizards working undercover in the postal service who take care of —”

“Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere! ” said Petunia,

now as pale as she had been flushed. “ Freak! ” she spat at her sister,

and she flounced off to where her parents stood. . . .

The scene dissolved again. Snape was hurrying along the corridor of the Hogwarts Express as it clattered through the countryside. He had already changed into his school robes, had perhaps taken the first opportunity to take off his dreadful Muggle clothes. At last he stopped, outside a compartment in which a group of rowdy boys were talking. Hunched in a corner seat beside the window was Lily, her face pressed against the windowpane.

Snape slid open the compartment door and sat down opposite Lily. She glanced at him and then looked back out of the window. She had been crying.

“I don’t want to talk to you, ” she said in a constricted voice. “Why not? ”

“Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumble- dore. ”

“So what? ”

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She threw him a look of deep dislike.

“So she’s my sister! ”

“She’s only a —” He caught himself quickly; Lily, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear him.

“But we’re going! ” he said, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his voice. “This is it! We’re off to Hogwarts! ”

She nodded, mopping her eyes, but in spite of herself, she half smiled.

“You’d better be in Slytherin, ” said Snape, encouraged that she had brightened a little.

“Slytherin? ”

One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and Harry, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his father: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.

“Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you? ” James asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him, and with a jolt, Harry realized that it was Sirius. Sirius did not smile.

“My whole family have been in Slytherin, ” he said. “Blimey, ” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right! ” Sirius grinned.

“Maybe I’ll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice? ”

James lifted an invisible sword.

“‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart! ’ Like my dad. ” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that? ”

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“No, ” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —”

“Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither? ” interjected Sirius.

James roared with laughter. Lily sat up, rather flushed, and looked from James to Sirius in dislike.

“Come on, Severus, let’s find another compartment. ” “Oooooo. . . ”

James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Snape as he passed.

“See ya, Snivellus! ” a voice called, as the compartment door slammed. . . .

And the scene dissolved once more. . . .

Harry was standing right behind Snape as they faced the candlelit House tables, lined with rapt faces. Then Professor McGonagall said, “Evans, Lily! ”

He watched his mother walk forward on trembling legs and sit down upon the rickety stool. Professor McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and barely a second after it had touched

the dark red hair, the hat cried, “ Gryffindor! ”

Harry heard Snape let out a tiny groan. Lily took off the hat, handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried toward the cheering Gryffindors, but as she went she glanced back at Snape, and there was a sad little smile on her face. Harry saw Sirius move up the bench to make room for her. She took one look at him, seemed to recognize him from the train, folded her arms, and firmly turned her back on him.

The roll call continued. Harry watched Lupin, Pettigrew, and his father join Lily and Sirius at the Gryffindor table. At last, when

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only a dozen students remained to be sorted, Professor McGonagall called Snape.

Harry walked with him to the stool, watched him place the hat

upon his head. “Slytherin! ” cried the Sorting Hat.

And Severus Snape moved off to the other side of the Hall, away from Lily, to where the Slytherins were cheering him, to where Lucius Malfoy, a prefect badge gleaming upon his chest, patted Snape on the back as he sat down beside him. . . .

And the scene changed. . . .

Lily and Snape were walking across the castle courtyard, evidently arguing. Harry hurried to catch up with them, to listen in. As he reached them, he realized how much taller they both were: A few years seemed to have passed since their Sorting.

“. . . thought we were supposed to be friends? ” Snape was saying. “Best friends? ”

“We are, Sev, but I don’t like some of the people you’re hanging

round with! I’m sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber!

What do you see in him, Sev, he’s creepy! D’you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day? ”

Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.

“That was nothing, ” said Snape. “It was a laugh, that’s all —” “It was Dark Magic, and if you think that’s funny —”

“What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to? ” demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seemed, to hold in his resentment.

“What’s Potter got to do with anything? ” said Lily. “They sneak out at night. There’s something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going? ”

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“He’s ill, ” said Lily. “They say he’s ill —”

“Every month at the full moon? ” said Snape.

“I know your theory, ” said Lily, and she sounded cold. “Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they’re doing at night? ”

“I’m just trying to show you they’re not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are. ”

The intensity of his gaze made her blush.

“They don’t use Dark Magic, though. ” She dropped her voice. “And you’re being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Wil- low, and James Potter saved you from whatever’s down there —” Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to — I won’t let you —”

“ Let me? Let me? ”

Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once. “I didn’t mean — I just don’t want to see you made a fool of — He fancies you, James Potter fancies you! ” The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. “And he’s not. . . everyone thinks. . . big Quidditch hero —” Snape’s bitterness and dislike were render- ing him incoherent, and Lily’s eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.

“I know James Potter’s an arrogant toerag, ” she said, cutting across Snape. “I don’t need you to tell me that. But Mulciber’s and

Avery’s idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don’t understand how

you can be friends with them. ”

Harry doubted that Snape had even heard her strictures on Mul- ciber and Avery. The moment she had insulted James Potter, his

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whole body had relaxed, and as they walked away there was a new spring in Snape’s step. . . .

And the scene dissolved. . . .

Harry watched again as Snape left the Great Hall after sitting his O. W. L. in Defense Against the Dark Arts, watched as he wandered away from the castle and strayed inadvertently close to the place be- neath the beech tree where James, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew sat together. But Harry kept his distance this time, because he knew what happened after James had hoisted Severus into the air and taunted him; he knew what had been done and said, and it gave him no plea- sure to hear it again. . . . He watched as Lily joined the group and went to Snape’s defense. Distantly he heard Snape shout at her in his

humiliation and his fury, the unforgivable word: “ Mudblood. ”

The scene changed. . . .

“I’m sorry. ”

“I’m not interested. ”

“I’m sorry! ”

“Save your breath. ”

It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.

“I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here. ”

“I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just —”

“Slipped out? ” There was no pity in Lily’s voice. “It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends — you see, you don’t even deny it! You don’t even deny that’s

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what you’re all aiming to be! You can’t wait to join You-Know-Who, can you? ”

He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. “I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine. ”

“No — listen, I didn’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 re- form: 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.

“Don’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.

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“Well, Severus? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me? ”

“No — no message — I’m here on my own account! ” Snape was wringing his hands: He looked a little mad, with his straggling black hair flying around him.

“I — I come with a warning — no, a request — please —” Dumbledore flicked his wand. Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them, silence fell on the spot where he and Snape faced each other.

“What request could a Death Eater make of me? ” “The — the prophecy. . . the prediction. . . Trelawney. . . ” “Ah, yes, ” said Dumbledore. “How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort? ”

“Everything — everything I heard! ” said Snape. “That is why — it is for that reason — he thinks it means Lily Evans! ”

“The prophecy did not refer to a woman, ” said Dumbledore. “It spoke of a boy born at the end of July —”

“You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down — kill them all —”

“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.

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“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 stand- ing 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. . . . ” “She and James put their faith in the wrong person, ” said Dum- bledore. “Rather like you, Severus. Weren’t you hoping that Lord Voldemort would spare her? ”

Snape’s breathing was shallow.

“Her boy survives, ” said Dumbledore.

With a tiny jerk of the head, Snape seemed to flick off an irk- some fly.

“Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans’s eyes, I am sure? ”

“DON’T! ” bellowed Snape. “Gone. . . dead. . . ” “Is this remorse, Severus? ”

“I wish. . . I wish I were dead. . . . ”

“And what use would that be to anyone? ” said Dumbledore coldly. “If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear. ”

Snape seemed to peer through a haze of pain, and Dumbledore’s words appeared to take a long time to reach him.

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“What — what do you mean? ”

“You know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily’s son. ”

“He does not need protection. The Dark Lord has gone —” “The Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be in terrible danger when he does. ”

There was a long pause, and slowly Snape regained control of him- self, mastered his own breathing. At last he said, “Very well. Very well. But never — never tell, Dumbledore! This must be between us! Swear it! I cannot bear. . . especially Potter’s son. . . I want your word! ”

“My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you? ” Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snape’s ferocious, anguished face. “If you insist. . . ”

The office dissolved but re-formed instantly. Snape was pacing up and down in front of Dumbledore.

“— mediocre, arrogant as his father, a determined rule- breaker, delighted to find himself famous, attention-seeking and impertinent —”

“You see what you expect to see, Severus, ” said Dumbledore, with-

out raising his eyes from a copy of Transfiguration Today. “Other

teachers report that the boy is modest, likable, and reasonably tal- ented. Personally, I find him an engaging child. ”

Dumbledore turned a page, and said, without looking up, “Keep an eye on Quirrell, won’t you? ”

A whirl of color, and now everything darkened, and Snape and Dumbledore stood a little apart in the entrance hall, while the last stragglers from the Yule Ball passed them on their way to bed. “Well? ” murmured Dumbledore.

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“Karkaroff’s Mark is becoming darker too. He is panicking, he fears retribution; you know how much help he gave the Minis- try after the Dark Lord fell. ” Snape looked sideways at Dumble- dore’s crooked-nosed profile. “Karkaroff intends to flee if the Mark burns. ”

“Does he? ” said Dumbledore softly, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came giggling in from the grounds. “And are you tempted to join him? ”

“No, ” said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur’s and Roger’s retreating figures. “I am not such a coward. ”

“No, ” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . . ” He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken. . . .

And now Harry stood in the headmaster’s office yet again. It was nighttime, and Dumbledore sagged sideways in the thronelike chair behind the desk, apparently semiconscious. His right hand dangled over the side, blackened and burned. Snape was muttering incantations, pointing his wand at the wrist of the hand, while with his left hand he tipped a goblet full of thick golden potion down Dumbledore’s throat. After a moment or two, Dumbledore’s eyelids fluttered and opened.

“Why, ” said Snape, without preamble, “ why did you put on

that ring? It carries a curse, surely you realized that. Why even touch it? ”

Marvolo Gaunt’s ring lay on the desk before Dumbledore. It was cracked; the sword of Gryffindor lay beside it.

Dumbledore grimaced.

“I. . . was a fool. Sorely tempted. . . ”

“Tempted by what? ”

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Dumbledore did not answer.

“It is a miracle you managed to return here! ” Snape sounded fu- rious. “That ring carried a curse of extraordinary power, to contain it is all we can hope for; I have trapped the curse in one hand for the time being —”

Dumbledore raised his blackened, useless hand, and examined it with the expression of one being shown an interesting curio. “You have done very well, Severus. How long do you think I have? ”

Dumbledore’s tone was conversational; he might have been asking for a weather forecast. Snape hesitated, and then said, “I cannot tell. Maybe a year. There is no halting such a spell forever. It will spread eventually, it is the sort of curse that strengthens over time. ” Dumbledore smiled. The news that he had less than a year to live seemed a matter of little or no concern to him.

“I am fortunate, extremely fortunate, that I have you, Severus. ” “If you had only summoned me a little earlier, I might have been able to do more, buy you more time! ” said Snape furiously. He looked down at the broken ring and the sword. “Did you think that breaking the ring would break the curse? ”

“Something like that. . . I was delirious, no doubt. . . . ” said Dumbledore. With an effort he straightened himself in his chair. “Well, really, this makes matters much more straightforward. ” Snape looked utterly perplexed. Dumbledore smiled.

“I refer to the plan Lord Voldemort is revolving around me. His plan to have the poor Malfoy boy murder me. ”

Snape sat down in the chair Harry had so often occupied, across the desk from Dumbledore. Harry could tell that he wanted to say more on the subject of Dumbledore’s cursed hand, but the other

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held it up in polite refusal to discuss the matter further. Scowling, Snape said, “The Dark Lord does not expect Draco to succeed. This is merely punishment for Lucius’s recent failures. Slow torture for Draco’s parents, while they watch him fail and pay the price. ”

“In short, the boy has had a death sentence pronounced upon him as surely as I have, ” said Dumbledore. “Now, I should have thought the natural successor to the job, once Draco fails, is yourself? ” There was a short pause.

“That, I think, is the Dark Lord’s plan. ”

“Lord Voldemort foresees a moment in the near future when he will not need a spy at Hogwarts? ”

“He believes the school will soon be in his grasp, yes. ” “And if it does fall into his grasp, ” said Dumbledore, almost, it seemed, as an aside, “I have your word that you will do all in your power to protect the students of Hogwarts? ”

Snape gave a stiff nod.

“Good. Now then. Your first priority will be to discover what Draco is up to. A frightened teenage boy is a danger to others as well as to himself. Offer him help and guidance, he ought to accept, he likes you —”

“— much less since his father has lost favor. Draco blames me, he thinks I have usurped Lucius’s position. ”

“All the same, try. I am concerned less for myself than for acciden- tal victims of whatever schemes might occur to the boy. Ultimately, of course, there is only one thing to be done if we are to save him from Lord Voldemort’s wrath. ”

Snape raised his eyebrows and his tone was sardonic as he asked, “Are you intending to let him kill you? ”

“Certainly not. You must kill me. ”

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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 don’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.

“Thank you, Severus. . . ”

The office disappeared, and now Snape and Dumbledore were strolling together in the deserted castle grounds by twilight.

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“What are you doing with Potter, all these evenings you are clos- eted together? ” Snape asked abruptly.

Dumbledore looked weary.

“Why? You aren’t trying to give him more detentions, Severus?

The boy will soon have spent more time in detention than out. ” “He is his father over again —”

“In looks, perhaps, but his deepest nature is much more like his mother’s. I spend time with Harry because I have things to discuss with him, information I must give him before it is too late. ” “Information, ” repeated Snape. “You trust him. . . you do not trust me. ”

“It is not a question of trust. I have, as we both know, limited time. It is essential that I give the boy enough information for him to do what he needs to do. ”

“And why may I not have the same information? ” “I prefer not to put all of my secrets in one basket, particularly not a basket that spends so much time dangling on the arm of Lord Voldemort. ”

“Which I do on your orders! ”

“And you do it extremely well. Do not think that I underesti- mate the constant danger in which you place yourself, Severus. To give Voldemort what appears to be valuable information while withholding the essentials is a job I would entrust to nobody but you. ”

“Yet you confide much more in a boy who is incapable of Occlu- mency, whose magic is mediocre, and who has a direct connection into the Dark Lord’s mind! ”

“Voldemort fears that connection, ” said Dumbledore. “Not so long ago he had one small taste of what truly sharing Harry’s mind

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means to him. It was pain such as he has never experienced. He will not try to possess Harry again, I am sure of it. Not in that way. ”

“I don’t understand. ”

“Lord Voldemort’s soul, maimed as it is, cannot bear close contact with a soul like Harry’s. Like a tongue on frozen steel, like flesh in flame —”

“Souls? We were talking of minds! ”

“In the case of Harry and Lord Voldemort, to speak of one is to speak of the other. ”

Dumbledore glanced around to make sure that they were alone. They were close by the Forbidden Forest now, but there was no sign of anyone near them.

“After you have killed me, Severus —”

“You refuse to tell me everything, yet you expect that small ser- vice of me! ” snarled Snape, and real anger flared in the thin face now. “You take a great deal for granted, Dumbledore! Perhaps I have changed my mind! ”

“You gave me your word, Severus. And while we are talking about services you owe me, I thought you agreed to keep a close eye on our young Slytherin friend? ”

Snape looked angry, mutinous. Dumbledore sighed. “Come to my office tonight, Severus, at eleven, and you shall not complain that I have no confidence in you. . . . ”

They were back in Dumbledore’s office, the windows dark, and Fawkes sat silent as Snape sat quite still, as Dumbledore walked around him, talking.

“Harry must not know, not until the last moment, not until it is necessary, otherwise how could he have the strength to do what must be done? ”

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“But what must he do? ”

“That is between Harry and me. Now listen closely, Severus. There will come a time — after my death — do not argue, do not interrupt! There will come a time when Lord Voldemort will seem to fear for the life of his snake. ”

“For Nagini? ” Snape looked astonished.

“Precisely. If there comes a time when Lord Voldemort stops send- ing that snake forth to do his bidding, but keeps it safe beside him un- der magical protection, then, I think, it will be safe to tell Harry. ” “Tell him what? ”

Dumbledore took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Tell him that on the night Lord Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily cast her own life between them as a shield, the Killing Curse rebounded upon Lord Voldemort, and a fragment of Volde- mort’s soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself onto the only living soul left in that collapsing building. Part of Lord Vol- demort lives inside Harry, and it is that which gives him the power of speech with snakes, and a connection with Lord Voldemort’s mind that he has never understood. And while that fragment of soul, unmissed by Voldemort, remains attached to and protected by Harry, Lord Voldemort cannot die. ”

Harry seemed to be watching the two men from one end of a long tunnel, they were so far away from him, their voices echoing strangely in his ears.

“So the boy. . . the boy must die? ” asked Snape quite calmly. “And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential. ” Another long silence. Then Snape said, “I thought. . . all these years. . . that we were protecting him for her. For Lily. ”

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“We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength, ” said Dumbledore, his eyes still tight shut. “Meanwhile, the connection between them grows ever stronger, a parasitic growth: Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort. ”