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"An older, somewhat stout wizard with a mustache. His few verbalized hexes<br />

were in languages I never heard of."<br />

Voldemort considered. "Anything else?"<br />

"Yes. While the explosions drove the dementors off, six passed over an area that<br />

seemed to suck them away. That made the others flee all the faster."<br />

"I see." Voldemort had a good idea of who that stout wizard would have been.<br />

"And who wounded you?"<br />

"That older wizard."<br />

"What did he do?"<br />

"He shot me!"<br />

"What?" Bellatrix exclaimed.<br />

"He shot me! With a silver bullet! If he had had better aim, he would have killed<br />

me! As it is, this wound won't heal until after my next transformation!"<br />

"Then you deserve to rest. Unless you have some questions, Bella?"<br />

"No, Master."<br />

"Then you may go, too." As they left, Snape awaited his Master's orders.<br />

"I'm sure you have a good guess at who this stout wizard was," Voldemort<br />

stated.<br />

"Yes, Master."<br />

"Can your potions be left for a short time?"<br />

"Yes, Master."<br />

"Then go ask him what he discovered. Perhaps he will answer. After all, he<br />

thinks you are still loyal to the Old Man."<br />

"Yes, Master."<br />

"You look tired, John."<br />

Thursday, August 22, 1996

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