my inheritance (g.w x o.c)

chapter thirty-three: a plan and a poison

Once again, we all sat around the table. The topic: Harry Potter's move back to the Wizarding World.

"They moved him back to London to renew the protection spell," Snape explained. I kept the joyful look on my face despite the fact that I wanted to kick him under the table. He must've sensed my mixed emotions because he slowly looked at me before continuing. "But they're planning to move him before his birthday as the protection will have expired."

"Well, perfect," Voldemort nodded, leaning back in his seat. "We'll be stationed around his house the week leading up to his birthday and-"

"Excuse me, my lord," Snape interrupted, taking a cautionary pause to make sure he hadn't angered him. "However, a week will not be enough."

"You know when he's being moved?" he questioned.

"Of course. They plan to move him the 20th. At midnight."

"Then we'll be ready," he nodded. "We'll all follow him."

"My lord?" a voice spoke up from the end of the table. We all looked down. Yaxley. "I've heard differently. Dawlish let slip that the auror office will be helping to move him on the 30th, the night before his 17th birthday."

Snape smirked, rolling his eyes. "Dawlish is your source? The man who has been found to be under the confundus spell not once but twice?" He turned back to Voldemort. "My source says they plan to lay false trails. I assure you, this is one of them." I couldn't decide if he was telling the truth or if this was a part of the ruse I heard Dumbledore talking to him about.

"My lord, he said a whole party of aurors will-"

Voldemort held up a hand, silencing him. "Where will he be moved?"

"To the home of one of the Order. However, I doubt we'll be able to get him once he is there as the place will be given the protection of both the Order and the Ministry. Unless the Ministry will fall by next Saturday."

"Well, Yaxley," Voldemort began, looking back at him. "Will the Ministry be ours by next Saturday?"

Yaxley tried to remain confident, but his eyes darted around the table. "I, with great difficulty, have managed to place Thicknesse under the Imperius Curse."

"Thicknesse is but one man. I need the Minister surrounded by our people before I attack." Yaxley explained how Thicknesse had a lot of power and influence. "Still, it does not appear the Ministry will be mine by next Saturday. This means we will have to attack during his travels."

"We have people watching the Floo Network and all who Apparate in muggle territory," one man spoke up.

"They will do neither," Snape scoffed. "They trust nothing of the Ministry and will be traveling by air."

"Perfect. Easier to catch him. Now, many mistakes have been made regarding the boy so I must be the one to attend to Potter." The body floating in the air gave out a loud cry as she woke up. Everyone jumped, but Snape and I just glanced lazily at the body as if this were a daily occurrence, which, for us, I suppose it was. Our acting skills were beyond comparison. "Wormtail, what have I said about keeping our guest quiet?" For whatever reason, Wormtail scurried from the room. I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair. Voldemort gave me a little smile before continuing. The bored teenager was a look I went for often. He went on about how he needed another's wand to fight Harry. He eventually chose Lucius'. "Severus, Larissa, do you recognize our guest?" We both looked up at her. As she cried for our help, we both smirked, almost in unison.

"Ah yes," Snape nodded.

"Lovely seeing you here, Professor," I added, crossing my arms.

"And you, Draco?" Voldemort asked. Draco didn't look up at the body. He glanced at me before looking down. "She would've taught one of your classes. Well, not your classes as you wouldn't have taken such a class. Here, get a better look." He placed a hand on Draco's shoulder, causing him to look up as the body got closer. "You see?"