Snape was all fiery outrage before: now his eyes went wide in a look that was cold horror.
"NO!" he gasped out in a thick, husky voice, lunging up out of his chair, wand blurring into his hand as he cast a barrage of diagnostics - spells he hadn't cast since all those horrible months of wrestling with a curse as relentless as nightfall.
The spells told their own tales, confirming what his first, appalled stare had told him.
"Months," he choked out, "You've got months." He collapsed back into his chair, wand dangling limply from his fingers as he shook his head slowly. "It doesn't make sense," he whispered. "Why the hell should it recur like this? Why now, after all this time?"