Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around us, blocking our way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts.
“And this is what happens to when you don’t listen to me Harry!” I said in exasperation.
“Not really the time Willow.” Harry moaned.
“To me, Potter,” repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.
“Sorry, can you shut up for a minute Malfoy? Thanks. Harry. I want an apology.”
Silence.
“I WANT AN APOLOGY!”
“GIVE IT TO ME!” Lucius Malfoy screamed.
“I’M SPEAKING HERE!” I shouted back.
“Where’s Sirius?” Harry said.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed. A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to my left said triumphantly, “The Dark Lord always knows!”
“Always,” echoed Malfoy softly. “Now, give me the prophecy, Potter.”
“I want to know where Sirius is!”
“I want to know where Sirius is!” mimicked the woman to my left. She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from us.
“You’ve got him,” said Harry. “He’s here. I know he is.”
“The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,” said the woman in a horrible, mock-baby voice.
“Don’t do anything,” Harry muttered to Ron. “Not yet —”
The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter.
“You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!”
“Oh, you don’t know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,” said Malfoy softly.“He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.”
“You know Harry, I still haven’t had my apology. And Malfoy, did I give you permission to talk?” I said strictly.
Bellatrix let out another high-pitched laugh.
“I’m sorry Willow.” Harry said tensely.
“And you Malfoy, you need to apologise too, for talking out of line.”
“I’m- what- huh?” he said, sounding quite unlike his cool sense he normally was.
“Apowogise to the itty bitty baby.” Bella mocked.
“Thank, though you laughed out of line too, so I think you have to apologise too.”
I hope this plan is working. The plan I hadn’t thought of properly. I hoped Harry had given everyone instructions.
When he grabs my wrist to shut me up, he should have finished.
Right wrist, he figured it out.
Left wrist, he has no idea, but wants me to shut up so I don’t get killed.
“How dare you speak to me like that with your filthy half-blood tongue?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Harry stopped me by grabbing my wrist. He pushed me behind him.
My left wrist.
Shit.
“I know Sirius is here,” said Harry. He’s a persistent little prick isn’t he? “I know you’ve got him!”
