Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.

Enter Snape, wounded in the lava pit.

Snape tries to climb the bank of the lava river, his body smoking. But each time his prosthetic arm touched the ground, it crumbled and he fell back.

The broom of Lord Voldemort lands nearby.

Enter Clones.

Clone. Your Majesty. This way.

Enter Voldemort.

Voldemort. There he is. He's still alive. Get a medical capsule immediately!

Clone. Yes, sir. Right away.

Exit Clones.

Voldemort kneels down beside the scorched form of Severus Snape.

Voldemort. Live, Lord Snape. Live, my apprentice. Live.

Exit all.