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"Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them," said Snape. "And then he will return to his bedroom."
A vivid image of the shrieking, spitting portrait of Sirius's mother that hung in the hall of number twelve, Grimmauld Place flashed into Harry's mind. "I bet there has," he said.
"I know he believes you, but. . ."
A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wound its way around their hands like a red-hot wire.
Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station.
Nevertheless, highly placed sources within the Ministry have confirmed that the disturbance centered on the fabled Hall of Prophecy.
"As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests," said Snape lazily.
Harry raised a hand unconsciously to his forehead and rubbed i he lightning-shaped mark.
"You're mental," said George, trying to push it back at Harry.
"Oh yes you did. You showed Horace exactly how much he stands to gain by returning to Hogwarts. Did you like him?"
Harrys spirits couldn't help but lift slightly as he watched Fleur hurry back across the lawns to Madame Maxime, her silvery hair rippling in the sunlight.
Harry felt Dumbledore’s arm twist away from him and redoubled his grip; the next thing he knew, everything went black; he was being pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his eardrums were being pushed deeper into his skull and then —-
"Good," said Dumbledore. "Just one last thing, then." And he turned to speak to the Dursleys once more.
"In other words, it doesn't matter to him if Draco is killed!"
The current whereabouts of the prophecy, if it exists, are unknown, although (ctd. page2, column 5)