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Snape didn't trust himself to say any more. His emotional control was hanging by a thread and he just couldn't risk saying something he would come to regret in the long nights to come. He looked away from her, unable to bear the tears that streamed down her pale face. He had been hoping she would scream at him and be angry at him for what he had just said; but instead, for the first time he could remember, she had merely accepted what he had said.
Just as he was about to finally speak again, the door to the room opened and the dementors swept in to take him back to his cell.
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