Shawn spun around and fixed Snape with an icy stare.
"Professor, are you threatening me?"
Snape met Shawn's gaze with hollow eyes.
"Promise to give me the Resurrection Stone, and I won't say a word. I don't care in the slightest who rules this world. I only want to beg Lily's forgiveness."
Shawn had no idea what to do with this utterly intractable man, and he could not bear to kill him.
In the end, he could only resort to the Old Beekeeper's favorite trump card.
"Professor, do you want Harry to die?"
Snape's eyes immediately turned dangerous as well.
"Harry is your uncle's godson, and your friend. Besides, Dumbledore promised me he would protect him."
Knowing Snape had misunderstood, Shawn explained bluntly.
"Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux. Do you understand what that means?"
Snape's expression changed drastically, twisting with horror, and he staggered.
"You're lying! That's nonsense! If you don't want to give me the Resurrection Stone, just say so!"
Shawn sighed.
"Ten years ago, Harry survived because of the magic of his mother's love. When Voldemort's own Killing Curse rebounded on him, a small piece of his soul was torn off and latched onto the only survivor in the room, leaving that lightning-shaped scar everyone reveres."
Snape felt as though his world were collapsing.
As long as the Horcrux remained, Voldemort could not die. Even if they did not kill Voldemort, Harry would still be in constant danger of being consumed by Voldemort's Soul Fragment.
If he could not even protect the last of Lily's bloodline, what right did he have to beg her forgiveness? He would not even dare face her in the world of the dead after his own death.
Tears streaming down his bewildered face, Snape suddenly looked up at Shawn, stepped forward, and gripped his