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"
I
knew
that
to
achieve
this
-
it
is
an
old
piece
of
Dark
Magic
,
the
potion
that
revived
me
tonight
-
I
would
need
three
powerful
ingredients
.
Well
,
one
of
them
was
already
at
hand
,
was
it
not
,
Wormtail
?
Flesh
given
by
a
servant
...
.
"
My
father
's
bone
,
naturally
,
meant
that
we
would
have
to
come
here
,
where
he
was
buried
.
But
the
blood
of
a
foe
...
Wormtail
would
have
had
me
use
any
wizard
,
would
you
not
,
Wormtail
?
Any
wizard
who
had
hated
me
...
as
so
many
of
them
still
do
.
But
I
knew
the
one
I
must
use
,
if
I
was
to
rise
again
,
more
powerful
than
I
had
been
when
I
had
fallen
.
I
wanted
Harry
Potters
blood
.
I
wanted
the
blood
of
the
one
who
had
stripped
me
of
power
thirteen
years
ago
...
for
the
lingering
protection
his
mother
once
gave
him
would
then
reside
in
my
veins
too
...
.
"
But
how
to
get
at
Harry
Potter
?
For
he
has
been
better
protected
than
I
think
even
he
knows
,
protected
in
ways
devised
by
Dumbledore
long
ago
,
when
it
fell
to
him
to
arrange
the
boy
's
future
.
Dumbledore
invoked
an
ancient
magic
,
to
ensure
the
boy
's
protection
as
long
as
he
is
in
his
relations
'
care
.
Not
even
I
can
touch
him
there
...
.
Then
,
of
course
,
there
was
the
Quidditch
World
Cup
...
.
I
thought
his
protection
might
be
weaker
there
,
away
from
his
relations
and
Dumbledore
,
but
I
was
not
yet
strong
enough
to
attempt
kidnap
in
the
midst
of
a
horde
of
Ministry
wizards
.
And
then
,
the
boy
would
return
to
Hogwarts
,
where
he
is
under
the
crooked
nose
of
that
Muggle-loving
fool
from
morning
until
night
.
So
how
could
I
take
him
?
"
Why
...
by
using
Bertha
Jorkins
's
information
,
of
course
.
Use
my
one
faithful
Death
Eater
,
stationed
at
Hogwarts
,
to
ensure
that
the
boy
's
name
was
entered
into
the
Goblet
of
Fire
Use
my
Death
Eater
to
ensure
that
the
boy
won
the
tournament
-
that
he
touched
the
Triwizard
Cup
first
-
the
cup
which
my
Death
Eater
had
turned
into
a
Portkey
,
which
would
bring
him
here
,
beyond
the
reach
of
Dumbledore
's
help
and
protection
,
and
into
my
waiting
arms
.
And
here
he
is
...
the
boy
you
all
believed
had
been
my
downfall
...
.
"
Voldemort
moved
slowly
forward
and
turned
to
face
Harry
.
He
raised
his
wand
.
"
Crucio
!
"
It
was
pain
beyond
anything
Harry
had
ever
experienced
;
his
very
bones
were
on
fire
;
his
head
was
surely
splitting
along
his
scar
;
his
eyes
were
rolling
madly
in
his
head
;
he
wanted
it
to
end
...
to
black
out
...
to
die
...
And
then
it
was
gone
.
He
was
hanging
limply
in
the
ropes
binding
him
to
the
headstone
of
Voldemort
's
father
,
looking
up
into
those
bright
red
eyes
through
a
kind
of
mist
.
The
night
was
ringing
with
the
sound
of
the
Death
Eaters
'
laughter
.
"
You
see
,
I
think
,
how
foolish
it
was
to
suppose
that
this
boy
could
ever
have
been
stronger
than
me
,
"
said
Voldemort
.
"
But
I
want
there
to
be
no
mistake
in
anybody
's
mind
.
Harry
Potter
escaped
me
by
a
lucky
chance
.
And
I
am
now
going
to
prove
my
power
by
killing
him
,
here
and
now
,
in
front
of
you
all
,
when
there
is
no
Dumbledore
to
help
him
,
and
no
mother
to
die
for
him
.
I
will
give
him
his
chance
.
He
will
be
allowed
to
fight
,
and
you
will
be
left
in
no
doubt
which
of
us
is
the
stronger
.
Just
a
little
longer
,
Nagini
,
"
he
whispered
,
and
the
snake
glided
away
through
the
grass
to
where
the
Death
Eaters
stood
watching
.
