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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