The Flaw in the Plan

           Hewasflyingfacedownonthegrondagain.Thesmelloftheforestfilledhisnostrils.Hecouldfeelthecoldhardgroundbeneathhischeek,andthehingeofhisglasseswhichhavebeenknockedsidewaysbythefallcuttingintohistemple.Everyinchofhimached,andtheplacewhereKillingCursehadhithimfeltlikethebruiseofaniron-cladpunch.Hedidnotstir,butheremainedexactlywherehehadfallen,withhisleftarmbentoutatanakwardangleandhismouthgaping.

           Hehadexpectedtohearcheeroftriumphandjubilationathisdeath,butinsteadhurriedfootsteps,whispers,andsolicitousmurmursfilledtheair.

           "MyLord…myLord…"

           ItwasBellatrix’svoice,andshespokeasiftoalover.Harrydidnotdareopenhiseyes,butallowedhisothersensestoexplorehispredicament.Heknewthathiswandwasstillstowedbeneathhisrobesbecausehecouldfeelitpressedbetweenhischestandtheground.AslightcushioningeffectintheareaofhisstomachtoldhimthattheInvisibilityCloakwasalsothere,stuffedoutofsight.

           "MyLord…"

           "Thatwilldo,"saidVoldemort’svoice.

           Morefootsteps.Severalpeoplewerebackingawayfromthesamespot.Desperatetoseewhatwashappeningandwhy,Harryopenedhiseyesbyamillimeter.

           Voldemortseemedtobegettingtohisfeet.VariousDeathEaterswerehurryingawayfromhim,returningtothecrowdliningtheclearing.Bellatrixaloneremainedbehind,kneelingbesideVoldemort.

           Harryclosedhiseyesagainandconsideredwhathehadseen.

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