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Snape rolled his eyes and produced an orange flower. 'Well I was *going* to use this for a Forgetting Potion, but as Bagman is currently unfortunately necessary to the project, I shall have to overcome my natural good- heartedness and help out.' With this he disapparated.
There was some general confusion and mumbling to the background of Bagman's screams and the roar of the enraged Manticore.
'Did anyone get that?' Harry puzzled.
The noise from the street below abruptly disappeared, and Snape levitated through the window dragging an unconscious Bagman, who he promptly dropped on the floor.
'Oh dear,' he said sarcastically, 'He appears to be unconscious. Shall we continue with the meeting?'
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The potion was ready. Harry had it in a bottle, which was disappointingly small, hanging from his belt. All he would have to do was apparate above the Death Eaters just as they were bringing Voldemort to life; lob the bottle into the middle of the room, say the words and run like hell. Simple really.
It is an acclaimed tradition, when bringing back the dead, to do it at midnight exactly. The Death Eaters, however, had calculated that the best time would be at 3:23 in the afternoon, for no readily apparent reason, and it was now 3:17.
'Okay Harry, you can do this!'
'Oh, no you can't!' A hand grabbed his shoulder. A shiny, magical hand. It was Wormtail. This would be a good time for readers to remember that Harry has grown up and is now much taller and stronger than Wormtail.
Harry twisted out of Peter Pettigrew's grasp and punched him in the nose, making a satisfying *crunch* noise. He then legged it out the door of the empty shop he was hiding in, up an alley and straight into the arms of Draco Malfoy.
Snape rolled his eyes and produced an orange flower. 'Well I was *going* to use this for a Forgetting Potion, but as Bagman is currently unfortunately necessary to the project, I shall have to overcome my natural good- heartedness and help out.' With this he disapparated.
There was some general confusion and mumbling to the background of Bagman's screams and the roar of the enraged Manticore.
'Did anyone get that?' Harry puzzled.
The noise from the street below abruptly disappeared, and Snape levitated through the window dragging an unconscious Bagman, who he promptly dropped on the floor.
'Oh dear,' he said sarcastically, 'He appears to be unconscious. Shall we continue with the meeting?'
*******************
The potion was ready. Harry had it in a bottle, which was disappointingly small, hanging from his belt. All he would have to do was apparate above the Death Eaters just as they were bringing Voldemort to life; lob the bottle into the middle of the room, say the words and run like hell. Simple really.
It is an acclaimed tradition, when bringing back the dead, to do it at midnight exactly. The Death Eaters, however, had calculated that the best time would be at 3:23 in the afternoon, for no readily apparent reason, and it was now 3:17.
'Okay Harry, you can do this!'
'Oh, no you can't!' A hand grabbed his shoulder. A shiny, magical hand. It was Wormtail. This would be a good time for readers to remember that Harry has grown up and is now much taller and stronger than Wormtail.
Harry twisted out of Peter Pettigrew's grasp and punched him in the nose, making a satisfying *crunch* noise. He then legged it out the door of the empty shop he was hiding in, up an alley and straight into the arms of Draco Malfoy.