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"My Lord, I was constantly on the alert," came Lucius Malfoy's voice swiftly from beneath the hood. "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me -"
"Reducio!" he said.
"Yes," he muttered.
Harry heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands.
His eyes gazed into Harry's and it was almost as though an invisible beam of understanding shot between them.
"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah . . . of course I do."
Harry heard, but didn't believe.
"Yes," said Crouch, his eyelids flickering again. "A witch in my father's office.
She moved away. Harry gaped after her.
"Why is she coming to nose into my masters private business?" sobbed Winky. "Why isn't she leaving us be?"
"Did anybody ever discover that you were still alive?" said Dumbledore softly. "Did anyone know except your father and the house-elf?"
Hermione shook her head warningly and glanced at Mrs. Weasley.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around.
"You'll need to drink all of this. Harry," she said. "It's a potion for dreamless sleep."
"He took stuff from his father's grave, and from Wormtail, and me," said Harry. His head felt clearer; his scar wasn't hurting so badly; he could now see Moodys face distinctly, even though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the distant Quidditch field.
And then - nothing could have prepared Harry for this - he felt his feet lift from the ground. He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light. They glided away from the tombstone of Voldemort's father and then came to rest on a patch of ground that was clear and free of graves. . . . The Death Eaters were shouting; they were asking Voldemort for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Voldemort, the snake slithering at their heels, some of them drawing their wands -The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries strangely muffled now. . . .;
A jet of green light issued from Voldemorts wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's - they met in midair - and suddenly Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through it; his hand seized up around it; he couldn't have released it if he'd wanted to - and a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.。