You stupid elf! You could have killed me!
Dobby never meant to kill! Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure!
You stupid elf! You could have killed me!
Dobby never meant to kill! Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure!
How dare you take a witch’s wand! How dare you defy your masters!
Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!
Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! [To Hermione] I want to have a little conversation with this one, girl-to-girl!
Severus. I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come, we've saved you a seat. You know our hosts, of course, Severus. Narcissa in particular has been most hospitable. Lucius, on the other hand, is, I fear, burdened by my presence. Are you, Lucius?
My lord?
Are you burdened?
My lord is always welcome here.
And this information comes--
...from the source we discussed.
You bring news, I trust?
It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.
I heard differently, my Lord. Dawlish, the Auror, has let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the 30th of this month, the day before he turns 17.
This is a false trail. The Auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry.
Well! [wheezes a laugh] They've got that right, then, haven't they?
What say you, Pius?
: One hears many things, my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.
Heh. Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius. Where will he be taken, the boy?
To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I'm told it's been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
My Lord. I'd like to volunteer myself for this task. I want to kill the boy.
Wormtail! [the people at the table turn to Wormtail] Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?
Yes, my Lord. Right away, my Lord.
As inspiring as I find your blood-lust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter. [Bellatrix looks down and as he stands] But I face an unfortunate complication. That my wand and Potter's share the same core. [as he walks] They are, in some ways, twins. We can wound, but not fatally harm one another. [he puts the wand down, as he walks] If I am to kill him, I must do it with another's wand. Come, surely one of you would like the honor? Mm? [he holds on chairs] What about you, Lucius?
My Lord?
"My Lord?" I require your wand. [He stretches out his hand and Lucius reluctantly hands his wand over to him] Do I detect elm?
Yes, my Lord.
: And the core?
Dragon. [he clears his throat] Dragon heartstring, my Lord.
Dragon heartstring. Mm. [He throws something at the table. Charity Burbage floats over the table.] To those of you who do not know, we are joined tonight by Miss Charity Burbage [as Nagini starts to move toward the table] who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her specialty was Muggle Studies. [Everyone laughs] It is Miss Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us. She would, given her way, have us mate with them. [Bellatrix gags in disgust and everyone laughs.] To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination [he sits down] but something to be encouraged.
Severus. Severus, please. We're friends.
Avada Kedavra! [Everyone stares at Charity. as he lets Nagini on the table.] Nagini. Dinner.
What's wrong with his face?
Yes, what is wrong with his face?
He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon.
Or ran into a Stinging Jinx. [gestures to Hermione] Was it you, dearie? Give me her wand. We'll see what her last spell was. Ah! Got you! [laughs then gasps in shock when she sees a snatcher holding the sword of Gryffindor] What is that? Where'd you get that from?
It was in her bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine now.
That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts. How did you get it? What else did you and your friends take FROM MY VAULT?!
I didn't take anything. Please. I didn't take anything!
I don't believe it. [starts carving the word, "Mudblood" into Hermione's arm as Hermione screams loudly in pain]
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