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"
Saturday
...
at
nightfall
,
"
repeated
Voldemort
.
His
red
eyes
fastened
upon
Snape
's
black
ones
with
such
intensity
that
some
of
the
watchers
looked
away
,
apparently
fearful
that
they
themselves
would
be
scorched
by
the
ferocity
of
the
gaze
.
Snape
,
however
,
looked
calmly
back
into
Voldemort
's
face
and
,
after
a
moment
or
two
,
Voldemort
's
lipless
mouth
curved
into
something
like
a
smile
.
"
Good
.
Very
good
.
And
this
information
comes
--
"
"
--
from
the
source
we
discussed
,
"
said
Snape
.
"
My
Lord
.
"
Yaxley
had
leaned
forward
to
look
down
the
long
table
at
Voldemort
and
Snape
.
All
faces
turned
to
him
.
"
My
Lord
,
I
have
heard
differently
.
"
Yaxley
waited
,
but
Voldemort
did
not
speak
,
so
he
went
on
,
"
Dawlish
,
the
Auror
,
let
slip
that
Potter
will
not
be
moved
until
the
thirtieth
,
the
night
before
the
boy
turns
seventeen
.
"
Snape
was
smiling
.
"
My
source
told
me
that
there
are
plans
to
lay
a
false
trail
;
this
must
be
it
.
No
doubt
a
Confundus
Charm
has
been
placed
upon
Dawlish
.
It
would
not
be
the
first
time
;
he
is
known
to
be
susceptible
.
"
"
I
assure
you
,
my
Lord
,
Dawlish
seemed
quite
certain
,
"
said
Yaxley
.
