The first thing he recognised was the darkness-so dark that it smothered him, creeping stealthily into his eyes, his nose, his mouth. As if he had his eyes tightly shut, a dark, heavy cloth over his face, huddled in a cramped closet in a nameless cellar in the middle of an endless night.
Open you eyes, Snape, he urged himself. With a start, he
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