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{Hush, my lion
Don’t fear, my lion}
The lion suffers, but he grits his teeth.
The lion wants to roar, but he shuts his lips – and that is the hardest part.
More than the pain – excruciating.
More than Death’s rotten breath upon his neck.
Because he knows.
He knows if he’ll open his mouth way more than agonizing growls would slip.
It’s in this last, vital mission that he puts all his efforts: whatever the price will be, he won’t talk.
Eventually, they understand that too.
A flash of green light, and the lion sleeps forever.
For once, Rufus has been Dumbledore’s man too… until the very end.