Chapter 35 Beyond The Veil
Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts; Ginny gave a gasp of horror.
‘To me, Potter,’ repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.
Harry's insides plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one.
‘To me,’ said Malfoy yet again.
‘Where's Sirius?’ Harry said.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's 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 his left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry's eyes.
‘You've got him,’ said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. ‘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. Harry felt Ron stir beside him.
‘Don't do anything,’ Harry muttered. ‘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.’
‘I know Sirius is here,’ said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. ‘I know you've got him!’