This time, it was Harry’s turn to have a moment of realisation, as he connected all the dots in his mind, "They know," Harry said numbly, "Sirius and Remus.  They know," Snape faltered, eyeing Harry carefully, "They know about the soul fragment attached to me, don’t they?" Snape said nothing, but it was answer enough, "They know I have to die in the end, for Voldemort to be destroyed," he remained silent, "and they know why my neck won’t heal," Snape neither moved nor spoke, his eyes fixed on Harry, still as a statue in his seat. Harry let out a soft chuckle, "And despite all that, they’re still sending me back to the Dursley’s,"