Танда Kyiv
Кстати, насчёт раскаявшегося Снейпа. Вот вы знаете, а я тут читал книжку... книжку я читал...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Human_Being_Died_That_Night

И вот мне интересно аж, а что бы няша Снейп отвечал на такие вопросы, если бы с ним так беседовали про пожиранскую молодость?

“Did you choose the role yourself, or were you chosen because of certain qualities you possessed?”
“I’ve asked myself that question many times now,” he said, looking gloomy, letting his voice trail off.
“Have you come up with any answers?”
“I want to understand. I mean, I know how it started. I can tell you about joining the army, Koevoet [the army’s counterinsurgency unit, which de Kock led in Namibia], and all that. But your question — your question, the ‘how,’ I don’t know. I don’t know what to say.” It was clear that this was an uncomfortable subject for him, and he was beginning to shift nervously. “I was not a security policeman long enough. I didn’t have even a security police — I didn’t even have the course. They didn’t — I never even had a security police course, which they required of everybody before they can become a security police. I was effectively a cross-border machine and that is what they wanted. But I tell you. I see those faces today still. The shock, the fear, the desperation — the look of: This is it! I see those faces. Day — and night. They haunt. They haunt …”