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Of red in his eyes as he turned again, and the swishing of his

cloak was like the slithering of a snake, and he felt Voldemort's

impatience in his burning scar. "My concern at the moment, Severus,

is what will happen when I finally meet the boy!"

"My Lord, there can be no question, surely--?"

"--but there is a question, Severus. There is."

Voldemort halted, and Harry could see him plainly again as he slid

The Elder Wand through his white fingers, staring at Snape.

"Why did both the wands I have used fail when directed at Harry

Potter?"

"I--I cannot answer that, my Lord."

"Can't you?"

The stab of rage felt like a spike driven through Harry's head: he

Forced his own fist into his mouth to stop himself from crying out

In pain. He closed his eyes, and suddenly he was Voldemort, looking

into Snape's pale face.

"My wand of yew did everything of which I asked it, Severus, except

To kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under

torture of the twin cores, told me to take another's wand. I did

so, but Lucius's wand shattered upon meeting Potter's."

"I--I have no explanation, my Lord."

Snape was not looking at Voldemort now. His dark eyes were still

Fixed upon the coiling serpent in its protective sphere.

"I sought a third wand, Severus. the Elder Wand, the Wand of

Destiny, the Deathstick. I took it from its previous master. I took

it from the grfave of Albus Dumbledore."

And now Snape looked at Voldemort, and Snape's face was like a

Death mask. it was marble white and so still that when he spoke, it

Was a shock to see that anyone lived behind the blank eyes.

"My Lord--let me go to the boy--"

"all this long night when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat

here," said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper,

"wondering, wondering, why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it

Ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for

its rightful owner...and I think I have the answer."

Snape did not speak.

"Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man, after all,

Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret

what must happen."

"My Lord--"

"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not

Its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed

Its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live,

Severus, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine."

"My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand.

"It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the

wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last."

And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to

Sanpe, who for a split second seemed to think he had been



reprieved: but then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's

Cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do

Anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders,

And Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue.

"Kill."

There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape's face losing the


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