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"
Nice
costume
,
mister
!
"
He
saw
the
small
boy
's
smile
falter
as
he
ran
near
enough
to
see
beneath
the
hood
of
the
cloak
,
saw
the
fear
cloud
his
painted
face
:
Then
the
child
turned
and
ran
away
...
Beneath
the
robe
he
fingered
the
handle
of
his
wand
...
One
simple
movement
and
the
child
would
never
reach
his
mother
...
but
unnecessary
,
quite
unnecessary
...
And
along
a
new
and
darker
street
he
moved
,
and
now
his
destination
was
in
sight
at
last
,
the
Fidelius
Charm
broken
,
though
they
did
not
know
it
yet
...
And
he
made
less
noise
than
the
dead
leaves
slithering
along
the
pavement
as
he
drew
level
with
the
dark
hedge
,
and
stared
over
it
...
They
had
not
drawn
the
curtains
;
he
saw
them
quite
clearly
in
their
little
sitting
room
,
the
tall
black-haired
man
in
his
glasses
,
making
puffs
of
colored
smoke
erupt
from
his
wand
for
the
amusement
of
the
small
black-haired
boy
in
his
blue
pajamas
.
The
child
was
laughing
and
trying
to
catch
the
smoke
,
to
grab
it
in
his
small
fist
...
A
door
opened
and
the
mother
entered
,
saying
words
he
could
not
hear
,
her
long
dark-red
hair
falling
over
her
face
.
Now
the
father
scooped
up
the
son
and
handed
him
to
the
mother
.
He
threw
his
wand
down
upon
the
sofa
and
stretched
,
yawning
...
The
gate
creaked
a
little
as
he
pushed
it
open
,
but
James
Potter
did
not
hear
.
His
white
hand
pulled
out
the
wand
beneath
his
cloak
and
pointed
it
at
the
door
,
which
burst
open
.
He
was
over
the
threshold
as
James
came
sprinting
into
the
hall
.
It
was
easy
,
too
easy
,
he
had
not
even
picked
up
his
wand
...
"
Lily
,
take
Harry
and
go
!
It
's
him
!
Go
!
Run
!
I
'll
hold
him
off
!
"
Hold
him
off
,
without
a
wand
in
his
hand
!
...
He
laughed
before
casting
the
curse
...
