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"
The
other
arm
,
Wormtail
.
"
"
Master
,
please
...
please
...
"
Voldemort
bent
down
and
pulled
out
Wormtail
's
left
arm
;
he
forced
the
sleeve
of
Wormtail
's
robes
up
past
his
elbow
,
and
Harry
saw
something
upon
the
skin
there
,
something
like
a
vivid
red
tattoo
-
a
skull
with
a
snake
protruding
from
its
mouth
-
the
image
that
had
appeared
in
the
sky
at
the
Quidditch
World
Cup
:
the
Dark
Mark
.
Voldemort
examined
it
carefully
,
ignoring
Wormtail
's
uncontrollable
weeping
.
"
It
is
back
,
"
he
said
softly
,
"
they
will
all
have
noticed
it
...
and
now
,
we
shall
see
...
now
we
shall
know
...
"
He
pressed
his
long
white
forefinger
to
the
brand
on
Wormtail
's
arm
.
The
scar
on
Harry
's
forehead
seared
with
a
sharp
pain
again
,
and
Wormtail
let
out
a
fresh
howl
;
Voldemort
removed
his
fingers
from
Wormtail
's
mark
,
and
Harry
saw
that
it
had
turned
jet
black
.
A
look
of
cruel
satisfaction
on
his
face
,
Voldemort
straightened
up
,
threw
back
his
head
,
and
stared
around
at
the
dark
graveyard
.
"
How
many
will
be
brave
enough
to
return
when
they
feel
it
?
"
he
whispered
,
his
gleaming
red
eyes
fixed
upon
the
stars
.
"
And
how
many
will
be
foolish
enough
to
stay
away
?
"
He
began
to
pace
up
and
down
before
Harry
and
Wormtail
,
eyes
sweeping
the
graveyard
all
the
while
.
After
a
minute
or
so
,
he
looked
down
at
Harry
again
,
a
cruel
smile
twisting
his
snakelike
face
.
"
You
stand
,
Harry
Potter
,
upon
the
remains
of
my
late
father
,
"
he
hissed
softly
.
"
A
Muggle
and
a
fool
...
very
like
your
dear
mother
.
But
they
both
had
their
uses
,
did
they
not
?
Your
mother
died
to
defend
you
as
a
child
...
and
I
killed
my
father
,
and
see
how
useful
he
has
proved
himself
,
in
death
...
.
"
