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"Excellent," said Dumbledore. "Tell him what has happened. Tell him I will be in direct contact with him shortly. He will need to be discreet, however. If Fudge thinks I am interfering at the Ministry -"
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - FLESH, BLOOD, AND BONE
"She was Head of Cedric's house, and knew him best."
"I had help on that too," Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody leg with his robes.
"And yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer?" said Voldemort lazily, and Mr. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly. "Yes, I know all about that, Lucius. . . . You have disappointed me. ... I expect more faithful service in the future."
"Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?"
"Staged my mother's death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The house-elf nursed me back to health. Then I had to be concealed. I had to be controlled.
Voldemort continued. "I returned to my hiding place far away, and I will not pretend to you that I didn't then fear that I might never regain my powers. . . . Yes, that was perhaps my darkest hour... I could not hope that I would be sent another wizard to possess . . . and I had given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared what had become of me. ..."
"But your father escaped," said Dumbledore.
He looked down at Wormtail, who continued to sob.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Along the corridor . . .
"I'll go to Dad," said Bill, standing up. "I'll go now."
"Point Me," he whispered to his wand, holding it flat in his palm.
Over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were laughing at him, tapping their heads with their fingers, pulling grotesquely mad faces, and waggling their tongues like snakes.
"Gone off me a bit, hasn't she?" said Harry lightly, folding up the paper.