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     Mudblood.     He called me a Mudblood.     Severus, my best friend in the entire world, called me a Mudblood.     I had been able to keep control of my composure while he’d tried to apologize. But I was in no listening mood. No apology could take back what he’d called me. How could I be so blind? I should have seen this coming. I just didn’t want to believe it.     I didn’t want to believe that he could think of me as a bloody Mudblood.     I closed the door of the Fat Lady’s frame, closing myself off from where I knew Severus stood in shock.    Something had snapped in my brain when he’d tried t