The Forgotten Potter- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 66

River's POV

I clung onto Draco's hand as we all sat in the Malfoy manor, dinning room. We watched the body that floated over us spin. Every second we would try to look away but couldn't. Voldemort sat in the front of us, drumming his nails over the table, as we waited for the rest to join us.

"Yaxley, Snape," He said, as the door opened and they both walked in, late.

"You are nearly very late. Yaxley, next to Dolohov, Severus here," Voldemort pointed to the seat directly next to him. We all watched Snape, some with jealousy, as he sat down.

"So?" Voldemort asked impatiently.

"My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall."

"Saturday ... at nightfall," He repeated to himself,

"Good. Very good. And this information comes—"

"From the source we discussed,"

"My Lord." Yaxley leaned forward in his seat, bugging into both of them.

"My Lord, I have heard deferential,"

"Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that Potter will not be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns seventeen." He said, after Voldemort didn't answer. Snape's smile grew,

"My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail; this must be it. No doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed upon Dawlish. It would not be the first time; he is known to be susceptible."

"I assure you, my Lord, Dawlish seemed quite certain," Yaxley said, trying his best to convince Voldemort.

"If he has been Confunded, naturally he is certain, I assure you, Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of Harry Potter. The Order believes that we have infiltrated the Ministry." Snape smirked,

"The Order's got one thing right, then, eh?" A fat man said from next to Yaxley. Everyone started laughing.

"My Lord," Yaxley went on, "Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be used to transfer the boy—" Voldemort put his hand up, silencing him.

"Where are they going to hide the boy next?" He asked, turning to look at Snape.

"At the home of one of the Order, the place, according to the source, has been given every protection that the Order and Ministry together could provide. I think that there is little chance of taking him once he is there, my Lord, unless, of course, the Ministry has fallen before next Saturday, which might give us the opportunity to discover and undo enough of the enchantments to break through the rest." Snape explained,

"I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans. But I know better now. I understand those things that I did not understand before. I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be." There was a loud cry from above, and Voldemort hissed at Wormtail

"Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our prisoner quiet?" Wormtail went a little white.

"Y-yes my lord,"

"As I was saying, I understand better now. I shall need, for instance, to borrow a wand from one of you before I go to kill Potter." I pushed my wand deeper into my pocket as the others started to look around nervously.

"No volunteers? Let's see... Lucius, I see no reason for you to have a wand anymore." Lucius, who just got broken out of Azkaban, looked up at Voldemort, who had walked over to him.