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CHAPTER ONE THE DARK LORD ASCENDING
The two men appeared out of
nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit
lane. For a second they stood quite
still
, wands directed at each
other’s
chests; then,
recognizing each other, they stowed their wands
beneath their cloaks and s
tarted
walking briskly in the same direction.
“News?”
asked the taller of
the two.
“The
best,”
replied Severus
Snape.
The lane was
bordered on the left by wild, low-growing
brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured
hedge. The
men’s
long cloaks
flapped around their ankles as they marched.
“Thought
I might
be
late,”
said Yaxley, his
blunt features sliding in and out of sight as the
branches of overhanging tree
s broke the
moonlight.
“It
was a little
trickier than I expected. But I hope he will be
satisfied. You sound confident that
your reception will be
good?”
Snape
nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right,
into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The
high hedge curve
d with them, running
off into the distance beyond the pair of
impressive wrought-iron gates barring the
men’s
way.
Neit
her of them broke step: In silence
both raised their left arms in a kind of salute
and passed straight through, as though
th
e dark metal were smoke.
The yew hedges muffled the sound of the
men’s
footsteps. There was a
rustle somewhere to their right: Yaxley drew
his
wand again, pointing it over his
companion’s
head, but the
source of the noise proved to be nothing more than
a pure-w
hite peacock, strutting
majestically along the top of the hedge.
“He
always did
himself well, Lucius. Peacocks . .
.”
Yaxley thrust his wand
back under his cloak with a snort.
A handsome manor house grew out of the
darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights
glinting in the diamond-paned
downstairs windows. Somewhere in the
dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was
playing. Gravel crackled beneath
their
feet as Snape and Yaxley sped toward the front
door, which swung inward at their approach, though
nobody had vi
sibly opened it.
The hallway was large,
dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a
magnificent carpet covering most of the stone
floo
r. The eyes of the pale-faced
portraits on the walls followed Snape and Yaxley
as they strode past. The two men halted
at a heavy wooden door leading into the
next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat,
then Snape turned the bronze
handle.
The drawing room was full
of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate
table. The
room’s
usual
furniture had been push
ed carelessly up
against the walls. Illumination came from a
roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece
surmo
unted by a gilded mirror. Snape
and Yaxley lingered for a moment on the threshold.
As their
ASCENDING eyes
grew accustomed to the lack of light, they were
drawn upward to the strangest feature of the
scene:
an apparently unconscious human
figure hanging upside down over the table,
revolving slowly as if suspended by an
in
visible rope, and reflected in the
mirror and in the bare, polished surface of the
table below. None of the people seated
u
nderneath this singular sight was
looking at it except for a pale young man sitting
almost directly below it. He seemed
u
nable to prevent himself from glancing
upward every minute or so.
“Yaxley.
Snape,”
said a high, clear
voice from the head of the table.
“You
are very nearly
late.”
The
speaker was seated directly in front of the
fireplace, so that it was difficult, at first, for
the new arrivals to make out
more than
his silhouette. As they drew nearer, 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
Doloh
ov.”
The
two men took their allotted places. Most of the
eyes around the table followed Snape, and it was
to him that Volde
mort 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
n
ightfall.”
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 gaz
e. Snape, however, looked calmly
back into
Voldemort’s
face
and, after a moment or two,
Voldemort’s
lipless mouth
c
urved 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
place
d 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 fur
ther 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 gig
gle 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 l
ost in
thought.
ASCENDING
“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
tha
t the Order and Ministry together
could provide. I think that there is little chance
of taking him once he is there, my
Lor
d, unless, of course, the Ministry
has fallen before next Saturday, which might give
us the opportunity to discover and u
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