〃R…really； My Lord？ What…？〃 Wormtail sounded terrified again。
〃Ah； Wormtail； you don't want me to spoil the surprise？ Your part will e at the very end。。。 but I promise you； you will have the honor of being just as useful as Bertha Jorkins。〃
〃You。。。 you。。。〃 Wormtail's voice suddenly sounded hoarse； as though his mouth had gone very dry。 〃You。。。 are going。。。 to kill me too？〃
〃Wormtail； Wormtail；〃 said the cold voice silkily； 〃why would I kill you？ I killed Bertha because I had to。 She was fit for nothing after my questioning； quite useless。 In any case； awkward questions would have been asked if she had gone back to the Ministry with the news that she had met you on her holidays。 Wizards who are supposed to be dead would do well not to run into Ministry of Magic witches at wayside inns。。。〃
Wormtail muttered something so quietly that Frank could not hear it； but it made the second man laugh…an entirely mirthless laugh； cold as his speech。
〃We could have modified her memory？ But Memory Charms can be broken by a powerful wizard； as I proved when I questioned her。 It would be an insult to her memory not to use the information I extracted from her； Wormtail。〃
Out in the corridor； Frank suddenly became aware that the hand gripping his walking stick was slippery with sweat。 The man with the cold voice had killed a woman。 He was talking about it without any kind of remorse…with amusement。 He was dangerous…a madman。 And he was planning more murders…this boy； Harry Potter； whoever he was…was in danger…
Frank knew what he must do。 Now； if ever； was the time to go to the police。 He would creep out of the house and head straight for the telephone box in the village。。。 but the cold voice was speaking again； and Frank remained where he was； frozen to the spot； listening with all his might。
〃One more murder。。。 my faithful servant at Hogwarts。。。 Harry Potter is as good as mine； Wormtail。 It is decided。 There will be no more argument。 But quiet。。。 I think I hear Nagini。。。〃
And the second man's voice changed。 He started making noises such as Frank had never heard before； he was hissing and spitting without drawing breath。 Frank thought he must be having some sort of fit or seizure。
And then Frank heard movement behind him in the dark passageway。 He turned to look； and found himself paralyzed with fright。
Something was slithering toward him along the dark corridor floor； and as it drew nearer to the sliver of firelight； he realized with a thrill of terror that it was a gigantic snake； at least twelve feet long。 Horrified； transfixed； Frank stared as its undulating body cut a wide； curving track through the thick dust on the floor； ing closer and closer…What was he to do？ The only means of escape was into the room where the two men sat plotting murder； yet if he stayed where he was the snake would surely kill him…
But before he had made his decision； the snake was level with him； and then； incredibly； miraculously； it was passing； it was following the spitting； hissing noises made by the cold voice beyond the door； and in seconds； the tip of its diamond…patterned tail had vanished through the gap。
There was sweat on Frank's forehead now； and the hand on the walking stick was trembling。 Inside the room； the cold voice was continuing to hiss； and Frank was visited by a strange idea； an impossible idea。。。 This man could talk to snakes。
Frank didn't understand what was going on。 He wanted more than anything to be back in his bed with his hot…water bottle。 The problem was that his legs didn't seem to want to move。 As he stood there shaking and trying to master himself； the cold voice switched abruptly to English again。
〃Nagini has interesting news； Wormtail；〃 it said。
〃In…indeed； My Lord？〃 said Wormtail。
〃Indeed； yes；〃 said the voice； 〃According to Nagini； there is an old Muggle standing right outside this room； listening to every word we say。〃
Frank didn't have a chance to hide himself。 There were footsteps and then the door of the room was flung wide open。
A short； balding man with graying hair； a pointed nose； and small； watery eyes stood before Frank； a mixture of fear and alarm in his face。
〃Invite him inside； Wormtail。 Where are your manners？〃
The cold voice was ing from the ancient armchair before the fire； but Frank couldn't see the speaker。 the snake； on the other hand； was curled up on the rotting hearth rug； like some horrible travesty of a pet dog。
Wormtail beckoned Frank into the room。 Though still deeply shaken； Frank took a firmer grip on his walking stick and limped over the threshold。
The fire was the only source of light in the room； it cast long； spidery shadows upon the walls。 Frank stared at the back of the armchair； the man inside it seemed to be even smaller than his servant； for Frank couldn't even see the back of his head。
〃You heard everything； Muggle？〃 said the cold voice。
〃What's that you're calling me？〃 said Frank defiantly； for now that he was inside the room； now that the time had e for some sort of action； he felt braver； it had always been so in the war。
〃I am calling you a Muggle；〃 said the voice coolly。 〃It means that you are not a wizard。〃
〃I don't know what you mean by wizard；〃 said Frank； his voice growing steadier。 〃All I know is I've heard enough to interest the police tonight； I have。 You've done murder and you're planning more！ And I'll tell youthis too；〃 he added； on a sudden inspiration； 〃my wife knows I'm up here； and if I don't e back…〃
〃You have no wife；〃 said te cold voice； very quietly。 〃Nobody knows you are here。 You told nobody that you were ing。 Do not lie to Lord Voldemort； Muggle； for he knows。。。 he always knows。。。〃
〃Is that right？〃 said Frank roughly。 〃Lord； is it？ Well； I don't think much of your manners； My Lord。 Turn 'round and face me like a man； why don't you？〃
〃But I am not a man； Muggle；〃 said the cold voice； barely audible now over the crackling of the flames。 〃I am much； much more than a man。 However。。。 why not？ I will face you。。。 Wormtail； e turn my chair around。〃
The servant gave a whimper。
〃You heard me； Wormtail。〃
Slowly； with his face screwed up； as though he would rather have done anything than approach his master and the hearth rug where the snake lay； the small man walked forward and began to turn the chair。 The snake lifted its ugly triangular head and hissed slightly as the legs of the chair snagged on its rug。
And then the chair was facing Frank； and he saw what was sitting in it。 His walking stick fell to the floor with a clatter。 He opened his mouth and let out a scream。 He was screaming so loudly that he never heard the words the thing in the chair spoke as it raised a wand。 There was a flash of green light； a rushing sound； and Frank Bryce crumpled。 He was dead before he hit the floor。
Two hundred miles away； the boy called Harry Potter woke with a start。
CHAPTER TWO
THE SCAR
Harry lay flat on his back； breathing hard as though he had been running。 He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face。 The old scar on his forehead； which was shaped like a bolt of lightning； was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white…hot wire to his skin。
He sat up； one hand still on his scar； the other hand reaching out in the darkness for his glasses； which were on the bedside table。 He put them on and his bedroom came into clearer focus； lit by a faint； misty orange light that was filtering through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window。
Harry ran his fingers over the scar again。 It was still painful。 He turned on the lamp beside him； scrambled out of bed； crossed the room； opened his wardrobe； and peered into the mirror on the inside of the door。 A skinny boy of fourteen looked back at him； his bright green eyes puzzled under his untidy black hair。 He examined the lightning…bolt scar of his reflection more closely。 It looked normal； but it was still stinging。
harry tried to recall what he had been dreaming about before he had awoken。 It had seemed so real。。。 There had been two people he knew and one he didn't 。。。He concentrated hard； frowning； trying to remem