Snape looked horrified. 'You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?''Don't look shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?''Lately, only those whom I could not save', said Snape.
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel _ past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment...
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It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel _ past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment...
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