But somebody else had spoken Snape's name, quite softly.
'Severus …'
The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. (Aka. Í fyrsta sinn grátbað Dumbledore- Bein þýðing)
Snape said nothing, but walked forwards and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
'Severus … please …"
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
'Avada Kedavra!'
A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry's scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was blasted into the air: for a split second he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he fell slowly backwards, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight.
[Harry Potter and the Half-blood prince eftir JK Rowling.]