Spells and Spiders

~*HP*~

The Dark Mark glowed on many arms tonight. The Dark Lord had called a meeting, and miraculously, Harry had learned about it. Walking around with his Invisibility Cloak on all the time, he heard a lot of random bits of information.

He had to be very careful this time. It was said that Voldemort could see through the cloak, and Harry didn't doubt it. He filed into the room with the rest of the Death Eaters, and hid in the shadows.

Voldemort stood, and everyone was silent.

"Crouch, please report."

"We have captured the Mudblood, my lord."

"Good, good. And what did you do with the girl?"

"She's in the dungeons."

"And Potter?"

"He will come."

"How can you be sure?"

"Well, we can't be sure, but he has spies everywhere."

In his corner, Harry snickered. Spies? He had no spies.

"Fools!" Voldemort shouted, banging his fist on the table. "You didn't even leave a ransom note at their apartment?"

"N-No, master, w-we didn't."

"Crucio!"

Crouch shrieked, but Harry had heard enough.