"Look ... at ... me ..." whispered Snape. Then his hand dropped and he was still.
There was a loud, drawn-out horrible wail from offstage, and then the sound of thunder. Voldemort, on the edge of exiting the room, glanced back ... and then continued his exit, with increased alacrity.
A horde of young girls stampeded onto the set and swarmed around Snape, knocking Harry, Hermione and Ron aside.
"What the ... who let the fangirls in here? Who let them in here?! Clear the set! Get them out!" shouted Harry, trying unsuccessfully to push them away. "I thought the Shrieking Shack was barricaded ... Hermione, do something, will you?"
But Hermione just stood there, shaking her head. Ron was looking at the girls thoughtfully, but none of them paid him the slightest attention.
Snape got to his feet, cursing, and there was an "oooooooooh..."
"Get out, and don't come back," Snape said, towering over all the girls and looking his most menacing, covered in blood.
"Squeeeeeeeee!" said the girls, and flung themselves at him. Immediately the ex-headmaster was buried under an avalanche of young fans.
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