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Chapter 3: Memory Number Two
" Now where are we?" Harry asked looking around a very dark room. Just as he was looking for Snape he saw a whole bunch of black cloaked people walk into a circle. Death Eaters. On to the side he spotted Voldemort and instantly his body flooded with hatred.
" Harry, stay put. This is only a memory." Dumbledore said holding onto Harry's shoulder. The meeting began.
" A child?" One of the Death Eaters called out. " How could a child possibility be in the way of our purification?"
" Cruico." Was Voldemort's only reply. He looked to his followers. " Does anyone else have anything to say?" Silence. " Good. Now this mission isn't really all that difficult. We kill the kid and I win." Harry felt like he was about to burst with anger. But watched the scene before him.
" How do you know this child is in the way?" Harry looked to see which stupid Death Eater was about to get an Unforgivable. It was Snape.
" Do not question me, Severus."
" Never, my Lord. I was just merely stating that this child could be more of a help then a defeat." Snape was sticking up for Harry. Of course Snape didn't know it was a Potter he was trying to help...
" You act as if you care, it is a Potter." Voldemort said.
" However, I do not seek revenge on the Potter child." Snape stood his ground.
" You bore me, Sevvie. Cruico." Voldemort said with an evil grin. The memory, yet again, went fuzzy.
Back in Snape's office Dumbledore gave Harry time to have all this sink in. So, Snape hated his father yet he didn't want to kill anyone. He looked to his Headmaster.
" Everything understood?"
" Yes."
" Ready for the last memory, Harry?"
" Yes."
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