The Dark Lord Ascending

           Thetwomenappearedoutofnowhere,afewyardsapartinthenarrow,moonlitlane.Forasecondtheystoodquitestill,wandsdirectedateachother’schests;then,recognizingeachother,theystowedtheirwandsbeneaththeircloaksandstartedwalkingbrisklyinthesamedirection.

           "News?"askedthetallerofthetwo.

           "Thebest,"repliedSeverusSnape.

           Thelanewasborderedontheleftbywild,low-growingbrambles,ontherightbyahigh,neatlymanicuredhedge.Themen’slongcloaksflappedaroundtheiranklesastheymarched.

           "ThoughtImightbelate,"saidYaxley,hisbluntfeaturesslidinginandoutofsightasthebranchesofoverhangingtreesbrokethemoonlight."ItwasalittletrickierthanIexpected.ButIhopehewillbesatisfied.Yousoundconfidentthatyourreceptionwillbegood?"

           Snapenodded,butdidnotelaborate.Theyturnedright,intoawidedrivewaythatledoffthelane.Thehighhedgecurvedintothem,runningoffintothedistancebeyondthepairofimposingwrought-irongatesbarringthemen’sway.Neitherofthembrokestep:Insilencebothraisedtheirleftarmsinakindofsaluteandpassedstraightthrough,asthoughthedarkmetalwassmoke.

           Theyewhedgesmuffledthesoundofthemen’sfootsteps.Therewasarustlesomewheretotheirright:Yaxleydrewhiswandagainpointingitoverhiscompanion’shead,butthesourceofthenoiseprovedtobenothingmorethanapure-whitepeacock,struttingmajesticallyalongthetopofthehedge.

           "Healwaysdidhimselfwell,Lucius.Peacocks..."

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