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"
Now
...
"
said
the
cold
voice
.
Wormtail
pulled
open
the
robes
on
the
ground
,
revealing
what
was
inside
them
,
and
Harry
let
out
a
yell
that
was
strangled
in
the
wad
of
material
blocking
his
mouth
.
It
was
as
though
Wormtail
had
flipped
over
a
stone
and
revealed
something
ugly
,
slimy
,
and
blind
-
but
worse
,
a
hundred
times
worse
.
The
thing
Wormtail
had
been
carrying
had
the
shape
of
a
crouched
human
child
,
except
that
Harry
had
never
seen
anything
less
like
a
child
.
It
was
hairless
and
scaly-looking
,
a
dark
,
raw
,
reddish
black
.
Its
arms
and
legs
were
thin
and
feeble
,
and
its
face
-
no
child
alive
ever
had
a
face
like
that
-
flat
and
snakelike
,
with
gleaming
red
eyes
.
The
thing
seemed
almost
helpless
;
it
raised
its
thin
arms
,
put
them
around
Wormtail
's
neck
,
and
Wormtail
lifted
it
.
As
he
did
so
,
his
hood
fell
back
,
and
Harry
saw
the
look
of
revulsion
on
Wormtail
's
weak
,
pale
face
in
the
firelight
as
he
carried
the
creature
to
the
rim
of
the
cauldron
.
For
one
moment
,
Harry
saw
the
evil
,
flat
face
illuminated
in
the
sparks
dancing
on
the
surface
of
the
potion
.
And
then
Wormtail
lowered
the
creature
into
the
cauldron
;
there
was
a
hiss
,
and
it
vanished
below
the
surface
;
Harry
heard
its
frail
body
hit
the
bottom
with
a
soft
thud
.
Let
it
drown
,
Harry
thought
,
his
scar
burning
almost
past
endurance
,
please
...
let
it
drown
...
.
Wormtail
was
speaking
.
His
voice
shook
;
he
seemed
frightened
beyond
his
wits
.
He
raised
his
wand
,
closed
his
eyes
,
and
spoke
to
the
night
.
"
Bone
of
the
father
,
unknowingly
given
,
you
will
renew
your
son
!
"
The
surface
of
the
grave
at
Harry
's
feet
cracked
.
Horrified
,
Harry
watched
as
a
fine
trickle
of
dust
rose
into
the
air
at
Wormtail
's
command
and
fell
softly
into
the
cauldron
.
The
diamond
surface
of
the
water
broke
and
hissed
;
it
sent
sparks
in
all
directions
and
turned
a
vivid
,
poisonous-looking
blue
.
And
now
Wormtail
was
whimpering
.
He
pulled
a
long
,
thin
,
shining
silver
dagger
from
inside
his
cloak
.
His
voice
broke
into
petrified
sobs
.
