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"
Flesh
-
of
the
servant
-
w-willingly
given
-
you
will
-
revive
-
your
master
.
"
He
stretched
his
right
hand
out
in
front
of
him
-
the
hand
with
the
missing
finger
.
He
gripped
the
dagger
very
tightly
in
his
left
hand
and
swung
it
upward
.
Harry
realized
what
Wormtail
was
about
to
do
a
second
before
it
happened
-
he
closed
his
eyes
as
tightly
as
he
could
,
but
he
could
not
block
the
scream
that
pierced
the
night
,
that
went
through
Harry
as
though
he
had
been
stabbed
with
the
dagger
too
.
He
heard
something
fall
to
the
ground
,
heard
Wormtail
's
anguished
panting
,
then
a
sickening
splash
,
as
something
was
dropped
into
the
cauldron
.
Harry
could
n't
stand
to
look
...
but
the
potion
had
turned
a
burning
red
;
the
light
of
it
shone
through
Harry
's
closed
eyelids
...
.
Wormtail
was
gasping
and
moaning
with
agony
.
Not
until
Harry
felt
Wormtail
's
anguished
breath
on
his
face
did
he
realize
that
Wormtail
was
right
in
front
of
him
.
"
B-blood
of
the
enemy
...
forcibly
taken
...
you
will
...
resurrect
your
foe
.
"
Harry
could
do
nothing
to
prevent
it
,
he
was
tied
too
tightly
...
.
Squinting
down
,
struggling
hopelessly
at
the
ropes
binding
him
,
he
saw
the
shining
silver
dagger
shaking
in
Wormtail
's
remaining
hand
.
He
felt
its
point
penetrate
the
crook
of
his
right
arm
and
blood
seeping
down
the
sleeve
of
his
torn
robes
.
Wormtail
,
still
panting
with
pain
,
rumbled
in
his
pocket
for
a
glass
vial
and
held
it
to
Harry
's
cut
,
so
that
a
dribble
of
blood
fell
into
it
.
He
staggered
back
to
the
cauldron
with
Harry
's
blood
.
He
poured
it
inside
.
The
liquid
within
turned
,
instantly
,
a
blinding
white
.
Wormtail
,
his
job
done
,
dropped
to
his
knees
beside
the
cauldron
,
then
slumped
sideways
and
lay
on
the
ground
,
cradling
the
bleeding
stump
of
his
arm
,
gasping
and
sobbing
.
The
cauldron
was
simmering
,
sending
its
diamond
sparks
in
all
directions
,
so
blindingly
bright
that
it
turned
all
else
to
velvety
blackness
.
Nothing
happened
...
.
Let
it
have
drowned
.
Harry
thought
,
let
it
have
gone
wrong
...
And
then
,
suddenly
,
the
sparks
emanating
from
the
cauldron
were
extinguished
.
A
surge
of
white
steam
billowed
thickly
from
the
cauldron
instead
,
obliterating
everything
in
front
of
Harry
,
so
that
he
could
n't
see
Wormtail
or
Cedric
or
anything
but
vapor
hanging
in
the
air
...
.
It
's
gone
wrong
,
he
thought
...
it
's
drowned
...
please
...
please
let
it
be
dead
...
.
