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however, his face shone through the gloom, hairless, snakelike, with slits for nostrils and

gleaming red eyes whose pupils were vertical. He was so pale that he seemed to emit a

pearly glow.

“Severus, here,” said Voldemort, indicating the seat on his immediate right.

“Yaxley – beside Dolohov.”

The two men took their allotted places. Most of the eyes around the table

followed Snape, and it was to him that Voldemort spoke first.

“So?”

“My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current

place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall.”

The interest around the table sharpened palpably: Some stiffened, others fidgeted,

all gazing at Snape and Voldemort.

“Saturday … at nightfall,” repeated Voldemort. His red eyes fastened upon

Snape’s black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, apparently

fearful that they themselves would be scorched by the ferocity of the gaze. Snape,

however, looked calmly back into Voldemort’s face and, after a moment or two,

Voldemort’s lipless mouth curved into something like a smile.

“Good. Very good. And this information comes –“

“ – from the source we discussed,” said Snape.

“My Lord.”

Yaxley had leaned forward to look down the long table at Voldemort and Snape.

All faces turned to him.

“My Lord, I have heard differently.”

Yaxley waited, but Voldemort did not speak, so he went on, “Dawlish, the Auror,

let slip that Potter will not be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns

seventeen.”

Snape was smiling.

“My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail; this must be it. No

doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed upon Dawlish. It would not be the first time;

he is known to be susceptible.”

“I assure you, my Lord, Dawlish seemed quite certain,” said Yaxley.

“If he has been Confunded, naturally he is certain,” said Snape. “I assure you,

Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of Harry Potter. The

Order believes that we have infiltrated the Ministry.”

“The Order’s got one thing right, then, eh?” said a squat man sitting a short

distance from Yaxley; he gave a wheezy giggle that was echoed here and there along the

table.

Voldemort did not laugh. His gaze had wandered upward to the body revolving

slowly overhead, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

“My Lord,” Yaxley went on, “Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be

used to transfer the boy –“

Voldemort held up a large white hand, and Yaxley subsided at once, watching

resentfully as Voldemort turned back to Snape.

“Where are they going to hide the boy next?”

“At the home of one of the Order,” said Snape. “The place, according to the

source, has been given every protection that the Order and Ministry together could

provide. I think that there is little chance of taking him once he is there, my Lord, unless,

of course, the Ministry has fallen before next Saturday, which might give us the

opportunity to discover and undo enough of the enchantments to break through the rest.”

“Well, Yaxley?” Voldemort called down the table, the firelight glinting strangely

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