of the school. Whatever anti- Slytherin bias they’ve suffered before is about to intensify. It’s a heavy load on top of his own double agency. Perhaps thinking of them adds to his courage when confronting Fudge’s denial. Finally, [Fudge] said, with a hint of a plea in his voice, “He can’t be back, Dumbledore, he just can’t be. . .” Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He stuck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled. “There,” said Snape harshly. “There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord.” . . . He stared, apparently repelled by the ugly mark on Snape’s arm, then looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, “I don’t know what you and your staff are playing at, Dumbledore, but I have heard enough.” (HP/GoF, 709-10) After a year of hiding his body’s secret, shameful changes, Snape bares his vivid Dark Mark to the Minister of Magic. His puberty is over; he is a young man with nothing to hide. The lack of shame changes him. Unlike every other glimpse we have had of the skin under his robes, this time, the sight does not seem shell-less or ugly. Fudge is repelled by the “ugly mark” on his arm, not by Snape. The ugliness is not in Snape anymore; it is on his surface, evident in the Mark that shows the growing terror he’s been enduring all year in private and the terror that is coming to all of them soon, whether they deny it or not. The self that has grappled with this truth and prepared to accept the consequences is not ugly; it is brave. He will soon have to begin years of keeping his emotions tightly hidden, but at this moment, when it counts, Snape reveals his true self and nothing else. The witnesses in the room, aside from the Prime Minister, are Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley, Bill Weasley, Madam Pomfrey, the unconscious Mad-Eye Moody, and, unbeknownst to Snape, Sirius Black. The secretive Snape would not normally be so unguarded in front of such a crowd, but this is a turning point in his life, when he diverges forever from easier paths. The Time- Turner-like journey he has taken with Dumbledore this year into his own past, preparing to make different choices so he can save innocent lives without being seen, has arrived at the critical moment. His preparations are finished. The grand operation of his second chance starts now. Dumbledore made sure that the door was closed, and that Madam Pomfrey’s footsteps had died away, before he spoke again. “And now,” he said, “it is time for two of our number to recognize each other for what they are. Sirius . . . if you could resume your usual form.” The great black dog looked up at Dumbledore, then, in an instant, turned back into a man. Mrs. Weasley screamed and leapt back from the bed. (HP/GoF, 712) Dumbledore equates Sirius being in Animagus form with Snape’s cover as an untrustworthy teacher with a weakness for the Dark Arts.