"Take all the point you want!" Harry found himself shouting, "Take  all of them! I don’t even know why you’re trying so fucking hard -," Snape spluttered, outraged, "- to heal me, when we both know that it won’t work! When we both know - when  Dumbledore knows - that there’s no healing this," he jabbed a finger at his neck, "not until its already too late. I’m just a lamb being raised for slaughter anyway! So, tell me!  What’s the point!!" By the time he had finished, he was on his feet, an accusatory finger in Snape’s face, his yelling voice echoing back at him on the dungeons stone walls.