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Snape curled up in spite of himself as she kicked him. He felt one of his ribs crack on the first kick and break on the second one. Luckily, he didn't think it had punctured anything, though it was extremely painful. "I kept Dumbledore apprised of our progress in finding the whereabouts of the Potters. I fed false information to the Dark Lord to stall us from getting to them before they had time to move again," Snape said, not out of agony for he had suffered worse than this before in his life but, out of pride in what he had managed, even at such a young age.
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