Many miles away the chilly mist that had pressed against the Prime Minister's windows drifted over a dirty river that wound between overgrown, rubbish-strewn banks. An immense chimney, relic of a disused mill, reared up, shadowy and ominous. There was no sound apart from the whisper of the black water and no sign of life apart from a scrawny fox that had slunk down the bank to nose hopefully at some old fish-and-chip wrappings in the tall grass.
But then, with a very faint pop, a slim, hooded figure appeared out of thin air on the edge of the river. The fox froze, wary eyes fixed upon this strange new phenomenon. The figure seemed to take its bearings for a few moments, then set off with light, quick strides, its long cloak rustling over the grass.
With a second and louder pop, another hooded figure materialized.
“Wait!”
The harsh cry startled the fox, now crouching almost flat in the undergrowth. It leapt from its hiding place and up the bank. There was a flash of green light, a yelp, and the fox fell back to the ground, dead.
The second figure turned over the animal with its toe.
“Just a fox,” said a woman's voice dismissively from under the hood. “I thought perhaps an Auror—Cissy, wait!”
But her quarry, who had paused and looked back at the flash of light, was already scrambling up the bank the fox had just fallen down.
“Cissy—Narcissa—listen to me—”
The second woman caught the first and seized her arm, but the other wrenched it away.
“Go back, Bella!”
“You must listen to me!”
“I've listened already. I've made my decision. Leave me alone!”
The woman named Narcissa gained the top of the bank, where a line of old railings separated the river from a narrow, cobbled street. The other woman, Bella, followed at once. Side by side they stood looking across the road at the rows and rows of dilapidated brick houses, their windows dull and blind in the darkness.
“He lives here?” asked Bella in a voice of contempt. “Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the first of our kind ever to set foot—”
But Narcissa was not listening; she had slipped through a gap in the rusty railings and was already hurrying across the road.
“Cissy, wait!”
Bella followed, her cloak streaming behind, and saw Narcissa darting through an alley between the houses into a second, almost identical street. Some of the streetlamps were broken; the two women were running between patches of light and deep darkness. The pursuer caught up with her prey just as she turned another corner, this time succeeding in catching hold of her arm and swinging her around so that they faced each other.
“Cissy, you must not do this, you can't trust him—”
“The Dark Lord trusts him, doesn't he?”
“The Dark Lord is... I believe... mistaken,” Bella panted, and her eyes gleamed momentarily under her hood as she looked around to check that they were indeed alone. “In any case, we were told not to speak of the plan to anyone. This is a betrayal of the Dark Lord's—”
“Let go, Bella!” snarled Narcissa, and she drew a wand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateningly in the other's face. Bella merely laughed.
“Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn't—”
“There is nothing I wouldn't do anymore!” Narcissa breathed, a note of hysteria in her voice, and as she brought down the wand like a knife, there was another flash of light. Bella let go of her sister's arm as though burned.
“Narcissa!”
But Narcissa had rushed ahead. Rubbing her hand, her pursuer followed again, keeping her distance now, as they moved deeper into the deserted labyrinth of brick houses. At last, Narcissa hurried up a street named Spinner's End, over which the towering mill chimney seemed to hover like a giant admonitory finger. Her footsteps echoed on the cobbles as she passed boarded and broken windows, until she reached the very last house, where a dim light glimmered through the curtains in a downstairs room.
She had knocked on the door before Bella, cursing under her breath, had caught up. Together they stood waiting, panting slightly, breathing in the smell of the dirty river that was carried to them on the night breeze. After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door and it opened a crack. A sliver of a man could be seen looking out at them, a man with long black hair parted in curtains around a sallow face and black eyes.
Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale that she seemed to shine in the darkness; the long blonde hair streaming down her back gave her the look of a drowned person.
“Narcissa!” said the man, opening the door a little wider, so that the light fell upon her and her sister too. “What a pleasant surprise!”
“Severus,” she said in a strained whisper. “May I speak to you? It's urgent.”
“But of course.”
He stood back to allow her to pass him into the house. Her still-hooded sister followed without invitation.
“Snape,” she said curtly as she passed him.
“Bellatrix,” he replied, his thin mouth curling into a slightly mocking smile as he closed the door with a snap behind them.
They had stepped directly into a tiny sitting room, which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.
Snape gestured Narcissa to the sofa. She threw off her cloak, cast it aside, and sat down, staring at her white and trembling hands clasped in her lap. Bellatrix lowered her hood more slowly. Dark as her sister was fair, with heavily lidded eyes and a strong jaw, she did not take her gaze from Snape as she moved to stand behind Narcissa.
“So, what can I do for you?” Snape asked, settling himself in the armchair opposite the two sisters.
“We... we are alone, aren't we?” Narcissa asked quietly.
“Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?”
He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen.
“As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests,” said Snape lazily.
The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right, which looked as though it was encased in a bright silver glove.
“Narcissa!” he said, in a squeaky voice. “And Bellatrix! How charming—”
“Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them,” said Snape. “And then he will return to his bedroom.”
Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrown something at him.
“I am not your servant!” he squeaked, avoiding Snape's eye.
“Really? I was under the impression that the Dark Lord placed you here to assist me.”
“To assist, yes—but not to make you drinks and—and clean your house!”
“I had no idea, Wormtail, that you were craving more dangerous assignments,” said Snape silkily. “This can be easily arranged: I shall speak to the Dark Lord—”
“I can speak to him myself if I want to!”
“Of course you can,” said Snape, sneering. “But in the meantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made wine will do.”
Wormtail hesitated for a moment, looking as though he might argue, but then turned and headed through a second hidden door. They heard banging and a clinking of glasses. Within seconds he was back, bearing a dusty bottle and three glasses upon a tray. He dropped these on the rickety table and scurried from their presence, slamming the book-covered door behind him.
Snape poured out three glasses of blood-red wine and handed two of them to the sisters. Narcissa murmured a word of thanks, whilst Bellatrix said nothing, but continued to glower at Snape. This did not seem to discompose him; on the contrary, he looked rather amused.
“The Dark Lord,” he said, raising his glass and draining it.
The sisters copied him. Snape refilled their glasses.
As Narcissa took her second drink she said in a rush, “Severus, I'm sorry to come here like this, but I had to see you. I think you are the only one who can help me—”
Snape held up a hand to stop her, then pointed his wand again at the concealed staircase door. There was a loud bang and a squeal, followed by the sound of Wormtail scurrying back up the stairs.
“My apologies,” said Snape. “He has lately taken to listening at doors, I don't know what he means by it... you were saying, Narcissa?”
She took a great, shuddering breath and started again.
“Severus, I know I ought not to be here, I have been told to say nothing to anyone, but—”
“Then you ought to hold your tongue!” snarled Bellatrix. “Particularly in present company!”
“‘Present company’?” repeated Snape sardonically. “And what am I to understand by that, Bellatrix?”
“That I don't trust you, Snape, as you very well know!”
Narcissa let out a noise that might have been a dry sob and covered her face with her hands. Snape set his glass down upon the table and sat back again, his hands upon the arms of his chair, smiling into Bellatrix's glowering face.
“Narcissa, I think we ought to hear what Bellatrix is bursting to say; it will save tedious interruptions. Well, continue, Bellatrix,” said Snape. “Why is it that you do not trust me?”
“A hundred reasons!” she said loudly, striding out from behind the sofa to slam her glass upon the table. “Where to start! Where were you when the Dark Lord fell? Why did you never make any attempt to find him when he vanished? What have you been doing all these years that you've lived in Dumbledore's pocket? Why did you stop the Dark Lord procuring the Sorcerer's Stone? Why did you not return at once when the Dark Lord was reborn? Where were you a few weeks ago when we battled to retrieve the prophecy for the Dark Lord? And why, Snape, is Harry Potter still alive, when you have had him at your mercy for five years?”
She paused, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the color high in her cheeks. Behind her, Narcissa sat motionless, her face still hidden in her hands.
Snape smiled.
“Before I answer you—oh yes, Bellatrix, I am going to answer! You can carry my words back to the others who whisper behind my back, and carry false tales of my treachery to the Dark Lord! Before I answer you, I say, let me ask a question in turn. Do you really think that the Dark Lord has not asked me each and every one of those questions? And do you really think that, had I not been able to give satisfactory answers, I would be sitting here talking to you?”
She hesitated.
“I know he believes you, but...”
“You think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehow hoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?”
Bellatrix said nothing, but looked, for the first time, a little discomfited. Snape did not press the point. He picked up his drink again, sipped it, and continued, “You ask where I was when the Dark Lord fell. I was where he had ordered me to be, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, because he wished me to spy upon Albus Dumbledore. You know, I presume, that it was on the Dark Lord's orders that I took up the post?”
She nodded almost imperceptibly and then opened her mouth, but Snape forestalled her.
“You ask why I did not attempt to find him when he vanished. For the same reason that Avery, Yaxley, the Carrows, Greyback, Lucius,” he inclined his head slightly to Narcissa, “and many others did not attempt to find him. I believed him finished. I am not proud of it, I was wrong, but there it is... if he had not forgiven we who lost faith at that time, he would have very few followers left.”
“He'd have me!” said Bellatrix passionately. “I, who spent many years in Azkaban for him!”
“Yes, indeed, most admirable,” said Snape in a bored voice. “Of course, you weren't a lot of use to him in prison, but the gesture was undoubtedly fine—”
“Gesture!” she shrieked; in her fury she looked slightly mad. “While I endured the dementors, you remained at Hogwarts, comfortably playing Dumbledore's pet!”
“Not quite,” said Snape calmly. “He wouldn't give me the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, you know. Seemed to think it might, ah, bring about a relapse... tempt me into my old ways.”
“This was your sacrifice for the Dark Lord, not to teach your favorite subject?” she jeered. “Why did you stay there all that time, Snape? Still spying on Dumbledore for a master you believed dead?”
“Hardly,” said Snape, “although the Dark Lord is pleased that I never deserted my post: I had sixteen years of information on Dumbledore to give him when he returned, a rather more useful welcome-back present than endless reminiscences of how unpleasant Azkaban is...”
“But you stayed —”
“Yes, Bellatrix, I stayed,” said Snape, betraying a hint of impatience for the first time. “I had a comfortable job that I preferred to a stint in Azkaban. They were rounding up the Death Eaters, you know. Dumbledore's protection kept me out of jail; it was most convenient and I used it. I repeat: The Dark Lord does not complain that I stayed, so I do not see why you do.
“I think you next wanted to know,” he pressed on, a little more loudly, for Bellatrix showed every sign of interrupting, “why I stood between the Dark Lord and the Sorcerer's Stone. That is easily answered. He did not know whether he could trust me. He thought, like you, that I had turned from faithful Death Eater to Dumbledore's stooge. He was in a pitiable condition, very weak, sharing the body of a mediocre wizard. He did not dare reveal himself to a former ally if that ally might turn him over to Dumbledore or the Ministry. I deeply regret that he did not trust me. He would have returned to power three years sooner. As it was, I saw only greedy and unworthy Quirrell attempting to steal the stone and, I admit, I did all I could to thwart him.”
Bellatrix's mouth twisted as though she had taken an unpleasant dose of medicine.
“But you didn't return when he came back, you didn't fly back to him at once when you felt the Dark Mark burn —”
“Correct. I returned two hours later. I returned on Dumbledore's orders.”
“On Dumbledore's—?” she began, in tones of outrage.
“Think!” said Snape, impatient again. “Think! By waiting two hours, just two hours, I ensured that I could remain at Hogwarts as a spy! By allowing Dumbledore to think that I was only returning to the Dark Lord's side because I was ordered to, I have been able to pass information on Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix ever since! Consider, Bellatrix: the Dark Mark had been growing stronger for months. I knew he must be about to return, all the Death Eaters knew! I had plenty of time to think about what I wanted to do, to plan my next move, to escape like Karkaroff, didn't I?
“The Dark Lord's initial displeasure at my lateness vanished entirely, I assure you, when I explained that I remained faithful, although Dumbledore thought I was his man. Yes, the Dark Lord thought that I had left him forever, but he was wrong.”
“But what use have you been?” sneered Bellatrix. “What useful information have we had from you?”
“My information has been conveyed directly to the Dark Lord,” said Snape. “If he chooses not to share it with you —”
“He shares everything with me!” said Bellatrix, firing up at once. “He calls me his most loyal, his most faithful —”
“Does he?” said Snape, his voice delicately inflected to suggest his disbelief. “Does he still, after the fiasco at the Ministry?”
“That was not my fault!” said Bellatrix, flushing. “The Dark Lord has, in the past, entrusted me with his most precious—if Lucius hadn't —”
“Don't you dare—don't you dare blame my husband!” said Narcissa, in a low and deadly voice, looking up at her sister.
“There is no point apportioning blame,” said Snape smoothly. “What is done, is done.”
“But not by you!” said Bellatrix furiously. “No, you were once again absent while the rest of us ran dangers, were you not, Snape?”
“My orders were to remain behind,” said Snape. “Perhaps you disagree with the Dark Lord, perhaps you think that Dumbledore would not have noticed if I had joined forces with the Death Eaters to fight the Order of the Phoenix? And—forgive me—you speak of dangers... you were facing six teenagers, were you not?”
“They were joined, as you very well know, by half of the Order before long!” snarled Bellatrix. “And, while we are on the subject of the Order, you still claim you cannot reveal the whereabouts of their headquarters, don't you?”
“I am not the Secret-Keeper; I cannot speak the name of the place. You understand how the enchantment works, I think? The Dark Lord is satisfied with the information I have passed him on the Order. It led, as perhaps you have guessed, to the recent capture and murder of Emmeline Vance, and it certainly helped dispose of Sirius Black, though I give you full credit for finishing him off.”
He inclined his head and toasted her. Her expression did nor soften.
“You are avoiding my last question, Snape. Harry Potter. You could have killed him at any point in the past five years. You have not done it. Why?”
“Have you discussed this matter with the Dark Lord?” asked Snape.
“He... lately, we... I am asking you, Snape!”
“If I had murdered Harry Potter, the Dark Lord could not have used his blood to regenerate, making him invincible —”
“You claim you foresaw his use of the boy!” she jeered.
“I do not claim it; I had no idea of his plans; I have already confessed that I thought the Dark Lord dead. I am merely trying to explain why the Dark Lord is not sorry that Potter survived, at least until a year ago...”
“But why did you keep him alive?”
“Have you not understood me? It was only Dumbledore's protection that was keeping me out of Azkaban! Do you disagree that murdering his favorite student might have turned him against me? But there was more to it than that. I should remind you that when Potter first arrived at Hogwarts there were still many stories circulating about him, rumors that he himself was a great Dark wizard, which was how he had survived the Dark Lord's attack. Indeed, many of the Dark Lord's old followers thought Potter might be a standard around which we could all rally once more. I was curious, I admit it, and not at all inclined to murder him the moment he set foot in the castle.
“Of course, it became apparent to me very quickly that he had no extraordinary talent at all. He has fought his way out of a number of tight corners by a simple combination of sheer luck and more talented friends. He is mediocre to the last degree, though as obnoxious and self-satisfied as was his father before him. I have done my utmost to have him thrown out of Hogwarts, where I believe he scarcely belongs, but kill him, or allow him to be killed in front of me? I would have been a fool to risk it with Dumbledore close at hand.”
“And through all this we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you?” asked Bellatrix. “He has no idea of your true allegiance, he trusts you implicitly still?”
“I have played my part well,” said Snape. “And you overlook Dumbledore's greatest weakness: he has to believe the best of people. I spun him a tale of deepest remorse when I joined his staff, fresh from my Death Eater days, and he embraced me with open arms—though, as I say, never allowing me nearer the Dark Arts than he could help. Dumbledore has been a great wizard—oh yes, he has,” (for Bellatrix had made a scathing noise), “the Dark Lord acknowledges it. I am pleased to say, however, that Dumbledore is growing old. The duel with the Dark Lord last month shook him. He has since sustained a serious injury because his reactions are slower than they once were. But through all these years, he has never stopped trusting Severus Snape, and therein lies my great value to the Dark Lord.”
Bellatrix still looked unhappy, though she appeared unsure how best to attack Snape next. Taking advantage of her silence, Snape turned to her sister.
“Now... you came to ask me for help, Narcissa?”
Narcissa looked up at him, her face eloquent with despair.
“Yes, Severus... think you are the only one who can help me, I have nowhere else to turn. Lucius is in jail and...”
She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped from beneath her eyelids.
“The Dark Lord has forbidden me to speak of it,” Narcissa continued, her eyes still closed. “He wishes none to know of the plan. It is... very secret. But —”
“If he has forbidden it, you ought not to speak,” said Snape at once. “The Dark Lord's word is law.”
Narcissa gasped as though he had doused her with cold water. Bellatrix looked satisfied for the first time since she had entered the house.
“There!” she said triumphantly to her sister. “Even Snape says so: You were told not to talk, so hold your silence!”
But Snape had gotten to his feet and strode to the small window, peered through the curtains at the deserted street, then closed them again with a jerk. He turned around to face Narcissa, frowning.
“It so happens that I know of the plan,” he said in a low voice. “I am one of the few the Dark Lord has told. Nevertheless, had I not been in on the secret, Narcissa, you would have been guilty of great treachery to the Dark Lord.”
“I thought you must know about it!” said Narcissa, breathing more freely. “He trusts you so, Severus...”
“You know about the plan?” said Bellatrix, her fleeting expression of satisfaction replaced by a look of outrage. “You know?”
“Certainly,” said Snape. “But what help do you require, Narcissa? If you are imagining I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there is no hope, none at all.”
“Severus,” she whispered, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. “My son... my only son...”
“Draco should be proud,” said Bellatrix indifferently. “The Dark Lord is granting him a great honor. And I will say this for Draco: he isn't shrinking away from his duty, he seems glad of a chance to prove himself, excited at the prospect —”
Narcissa began to cry in earnest, gazing beseechingly all the while at Snape.
“That's because he is sixteen and has no idea what lies in store! Why, Severus? Why my son? It is too dangerous! This is vengeance lor Lucius's mistake, I know it!”
Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her.
“That's why he's chosen Draco, isn't it?” she persisted. “To punish Lucius?”
“If Draco succeeds,” said Snape, still looking away from her, “he will be honored above all others.”
“But he won't succeed!” sobbed Narcissa. “How can he, when the Dark Lord himself— ?”
Bellatrix gasped; Narcissa seemed to lose her nerve.
“I only meant... that nobody has yet succeeded... Severus... please... you are, you have always been, Draco's favorite teacher... you are Lucius's old friend... I beg you... you are the Dark Lord's favorite, his most trusted advisor... will you speak to him, persuade him—?”
“The Dark Lord will not be persuaded, and I am not stupid enough to attempt it,” said Snape flatly. “I cannot pretend that the Dark Lord is not angry with Lucius. Lucius was supposed to be in charge. He got himself captured, along with how many others, and failed to retrieve the prophecy into the bargain. Yes, the Dark Lord is angry, Narcissa, very angry indeed.”
“Then I am right, he has chosen Draco in revenge!” choked Narcissa. “He does not mean him to succeed, he wants him to be killed trying!”
When Snape said nothing, Narcissa seemed to lose what little self-restraint she still possessed. Standing up, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of his robes. Her face close to his, her tears falling onto his chest, she gasped, “You could do it. You could do it instead of Draco, Severus. You would succeed, of course you would, and he would reward you beyond all of us —”
Snape caught hold of her wrists and removed her clutching hands. Looking down into her tearstained face, he said slowly, “He intends me to do it in the end, I think. But he is determined that Draco should try first. You see, in the unlikely event that Draco succeeds, I shall be able to remain at Hogwarts a little longer, fulfilling my useful role as spy.”
“In other words, it doesn't matter to him if Draco is killed!”
“The Dark Lord is very angry,” repeated Snape quietly. “He failed to hear the prophecy. You know as well as I do, Narcissa, that he does not forgive easily.”
She crumpled, falling at his feet, sobbing and moaning on the floor.
“My only son... my only son...”
“You should be proud!” said Bellatrix ruthlessly. “If I had sons, I would be glad to give them up to the service of the Dark Lord!”
Narcissa gave a little scream of despair and clutched at her long blonde hair. Snape stooped, seized her by the arms, lifted her up, and steered her back onto the sofa. He then poured her more wine iind forced the glass into her hand.
“Narcissa, that's enough. Drink this. Listen to me.”
She quieted a little; slopping wine down herself, she took a shaky sip.
“It might be possible... for me to help Draco.”
She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge.
“Severus—oh, Severus—you would help him? Would you look after him, see he comes to no harm?”
“I can try.”
She flung away her glass; it skidded across the table as she slid off the sofa into a kneeling position at Snape's feet, seized his hand in both of hers, and pressed her lips to it.
“If you are there to protect him... Severus, will you swear it? Will you make the Unbreakable Vow?”
“The Unbreakable Vow?”
Snape's expression was blank, unreadable. Bellatrix, however, let out a cackle of triumphant laughter.
“Aren't you listening, Narcissa? Oh, he'll try, I'm sure... the usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action... oh, on the Dark Lord's orders, of course!”
Snape did not look at Bellatrix. His black eyes were fixed upon Narcissa's tear-filled blue ones as she continued to clutch his hand.
“Certainly, Narcissa, I shall make the Unbreakable Vow,” he said quietly. “Perhaps your sister will consent to be our Bonder.”
Bellatrix's mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. Beneath Bellatrix's astonished gaze, they grasped right hands.
“You will need your wand, Bellatrix,” said Snape coldly.
She drew it, still looking astonished.
“And you will need to move a little closer,” he said.
She stepped forward so that she stood over them, and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands.
Narcissa spoke.
“Will you, Severus, watch over my son, Draco, as he attempts ta fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?”
“I will,” said Snape.
A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wound its way around their hands like a red-hot wire.
“And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm?”
“I will,” said Snape.
A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain.
“And, should it prove necessary... if it seems Draco will fail...” whispered Narcissa (Snape's hand twitched within hers, but he did not draw away), “will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?”
There was a moment's silence. Bellatrix watched, her wand upon their clasped hands, her eyes wide.
“I will,” said Snape.
Bellatrix's astounded face glowed red in the blaze of a third unique flame, which shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself thickly around their clasped hands, like a fiery snake.
压迫在首相窗户上的雾，一直绵延到离那里很远的一条肮脏小河上，那条河两岸杂草丛生，垃圾密布。一个巨大的烟囱突兀地立在那儿，显得阴暗而恐怖，那是一座废弃的磨粉厂的遗迹。周围一点声音都没有，只有那条黑色的小河流过时发出沙沙的声响，一条瘦骨嶙峋狐狸鬼鬼祟祟地蹿出来，在高高的杂草中满怀希望地翻寻油炸鱼和土豆片的旧包装。除此之外，没有一点儿迹象显示这里有活的生命。
突然，河边传来一声微弱的爆鸣，一个身材苗条，戴着兜帽的人从稀薄的空气中走了出来。狐狸一下子呆住了，警觉地盯着这不寻常的一幕。那人似乎找了一会儿方向，然后便迈着轻快的步子走了过来，长长的斗篷拂过杂草，发出瑟瑟的声响。
接着又是一声爆鸣，又一个戴着兜帽的人出现了。
“等等我！”
那只狐狸蜷缩在丛生的杂草里面，似乎被这一声刺耳的叫唤吓着了。它突然从隐藏的地方跳起来，向上游跑去。这时候突然闪过一道绿色的光，接着一声惨叫，狐狸倒在地上死了。
第二个人走上去用脚尖将狐狸翻了过来。
“只是一只狐狸，”一个轻蔑女声从兜帽下传出来。“我还以为是个傲罗——西斯，等等我！”
她追的那个人刚才回头看了一眼那道闪光，又继续匆匆地往岸上走去。
“西斯——纳西莎——听我说——”
第二个女人抓住了前面那个女人的胳膊，但她又马上挣脱了。
“你回去，贝拉！”
“你必须听我说！”
“我已经听过了。也做了决定，别再烦我了！”
那个叫纳西莎的女人已经爬上了岸，岸上的旧护栏将小河与一条狭窄的鹅卵石路分隔开。另外那个叫贝拉的女人马上跟了上来。
她们并肩站在路边，看着对面一排排破烂的砖房，它们的窗户在黑暗中显得昏沉而隐蔽。
“他住在这儿？”贝拉特里克斯轻蔑地问。“这儿？在这个麻瓜聚集的粪堆里？我们一定是我们这类人里第一个涉足——”
但纳西莎根本没有听她说；她已经从生锈的护栏里找了个缺口钻了过去，急匆匆地准备过马路了。
“西斯，等等！”
贝拉紧紧跟着，袍子在身后微微飘起，她看见纳西莎穿过了一个房子之间的小巷，拐入另一个几乎一模一样的巷子。有些街灯已经坏了；两个女人就在这斑驳的灯光和黑暗里跑着。贝拉终于在又转了一个拐角之后追上了纳西莎，这次她成功抓住了纳西莎的胳臂并把她扯了过来。
“西斯，你不能这么做，你不能信任他——”
“黑魔王是信任他的，不是吗？”
“黑魔王……我相信……是犯了个错误，”贝拉喘着气，当她看到四周没有别人时，兜帽里下的眼睛闪了一下。“在任何情况下，我们都不能把这个计划告诉别人。这是对黑魔王的背叛——”
“放开我，贝拉！”纳西莎咆哮着从斗篷下抽出一根魔杖，威胁般地指着另一个人的脸。可贝拉只是笑了笑。
“西斯，指着你自己的姐姐？你不会——”
“再也没有我不敢做的任何事情！”纳西莎吸了口气，声音显得有些歇斯底里，她把魔杖像刀子一样往下一挥，只见又是一道闪光，贝拉像被烫伤一样松开了她妹妹的手。
“纳西莎！”
但纳西莎已经往前冲了过去。贝拉摩挲着手掌跟在后面，这次保持了一点距离，她们往迷宫一样的砖房里越走越深。最后纳西莎赶到了一个叫做蛛尾巷的小道上，从这儿往上望去，磨粉厂的烟囱高耸着，就像一个巨人在晃动他警告的手指。她的脚步声在鹅卵石路上回荡，在经过了许多被木板遮起来或是干脆被打碎的窗户之后，她终于走到了最后一间屋子，一片模糊的灯光从楼下房间的窗帘里透射出来。
她敲了敲门，这时贝拉咒骂着从后面赶了上了。他们一起站在门外，微微喘气，闻着夜风从河边送来过来的气息。几秒钟之后，她们听到门后面有了动静，只听咔的一声，门打开了。一个瘦长的男人盯着她们俩，他有一头长长的黑发，绕在一张长着黑色眼睛的蜡黄色脸上。
纳西莎把兜帽往后一掀。她脸色看起来非常苍白，以至于在黑暗中都有些发亮；一头金发一直披到她的背上，看上去就像一个溺死的人。
“纳西莎！”那个男人把门开得更大了些，好让光线照到了姐妹俩身上。“真是一个惊喜。”
“西弗勒斯，”她紧张地低声说。“我能跟你谈谈吗？这很紧急。”
“当然。”
他闪身让她进了屋。而她仍旧戴着兜帽的姐姐也跟着进去了，尽管没有被邀请。
“斯内普，”她简略地说。
“贝拉特里克斯，”他回敬道，嘴角卷起一个微微的嘲笑，在她们身后关上了门。
她们径直走进了一个矮小的起居室，感觉就像走进了一间病房。几面墙都装满了书，大多数都用黑色或者褐色的皮革装订起来；一个俗气的沙发、一把老式的扶手椅和一张摇摇晃晃的桌子放在一起，被屋顶上蜡烛吊灯投射出的昏暗光线笼罩着。这里感觉起来就像是一个被遗忘的角落，似乎通常都没有人住。
斯内普让纳西莎坐到沙发上。她脱下斗篷扔到一边，然后坐了下来，两眼盯着搁在膝盖上的苍白而颤抖的双手。贝拉特里克斯摘下兜帽的速度就要慢得多了。虽然她妹妹长得很漂亮，可她却非常黑，耷拉着厚厚的眼睑，还长着粗壮的下巴，她站到妹妹的身后，眼睛却始终盯着斯内普。
“那么，有什么我能做的吗？”斯内普问道，同时做到面对着两姐妹的扶手椅上。
“没有别人了吧……，是吗？”纳西莎轻声问。
“当然没有。哦，虫尾巴在这儿，但我们说的是人而不是虫子，对吗？”
他把魔杖指向他身后的一面满是书的墙，砰的一声，一扇隐藏的门打开了，里面的狭窄楼梯上站着一个呆若木鸡的人。
“正如你发现的，虫尾巴，我们有客人来了，”斯内普懒懒地说。
那个男人躬着背蹑手蹑脚地从最后几级台阶上走下来。他长了一双水汪汪的小眼睛，一个尖头鼻子，脸上挂着令人讨厌的假笑。他的左手轻轻抚摸着右臂，那只右臂看起来像是被一只银色手套包着。
“纳西莎！”他尖声说，“还有贝拉特里克斯！多么奇妙——”
“如果你们想要点喝的，虫尾巴会乐意效劳的，”斯内普说。“然后他就会回卧室。”
虫尾巴往后一退，就像斯内普朝他扔了什么东西一样。
“我不是你的仆人！”他避开斯内普的目光，尖声叫道。
“真的吗？我记得是黑魔王派你来协助我的。”
“是协助，对——不是给你端茶送水，也——也不是给你打扫房间！”
“我不知道，虫尾巴，你还会渴求更危险的任务，”斯内普温和地说道。“这很容易办到，我会对黑魔王说——”
“我想要说的话我自己能去说！”
“当然能，” 斯内普冷笑着说。“但现在，给我们拿点喝的来，一些小精灵酿的酒就成。”
虫尾巴犹豫了一小会儿，看上去想要再争辩，但他还是转身走向了另一扇隐藏起来的门。他们听到一声巨响，然后是玻璃杯碰撞的声音。片刻之后他回来了，用盘子托着一个灰尘扑扑的瓶子和三个玻璃杯。
他把这些扔在摇摇晃晃的桌子上面，就急忙走开了，在他的身后猛地关上了那扇用书盖起来的门。
斯内普把血红色的酒倒在三个玻璃杯里，然后把其中两杯递给了两姐妹。纳西莎嘟囔了一句谢谢，可贝拉特里克斯什么都没说，仍旧对斯内普怒目而视。这看起来没有令他感到不安，相反地，他看上去相当愉快。
“祝福黑魔王，”他说着，举起杯子一饮而尽。
两姐妹也照他的样子做了。斯内普又给她们斟满了酒。
纳西莎一边喝她的第二杯酒，一边急促地说，“西弗勒斯，非常抱歉我这么冒昧地来拜访你，但我必须来见你。我觉得只有你能帮我——”
斯内普抬手制止了她继续说下去，把魔杖指向那扇通往楼梯的门。随着一声巨响和尖叫，传来虫尾巴急匆匆上楼的声音。
“抱歉，”斯内普说道，“他最近总是爱在门后偷听，我不知道他这样做是什么意思……你说到哪儿了，纳西莎？”
她颤抖着深吸了一口气，继续讲道。
“西弗勒斯，我知道我不该来这儿，我不能把任何事情告诉任何人，但是——”
“那你就应该住嘴！”贝拉特里克斯咆哮起来。“尤其是在当着这种人的面！”
“这种人？”斯内普讽刺般地重复着。“那么我应该怎样理解，贝拉特里克斯？”
“那就是我不信任你，斯内普，你知道得很清楚。”
纳西莎发出一声像是干哭的声音，用手捂住了脸。斯内普把他的杯子放回桌子上，又坐了回去，他双手放在椅子扶手上，微笑地望着贝拉特里克斯愤怒的脸。
“纳西莎，我认为我们应该听听贝拉特里克斯到底要说什么，这样她就不会老打断我们了。好吧，接着说，贝拉特里克斯，”斯内普说。“你为什么不信任我。”
“一百个理由！”她大声说着，大步从沙发后面走过来，在桌子上砰地放下手中的杯子。“从何说起！黑魔王失败的时候你去了哪儿？他消失的那段时间你为什么不尝试去找他？这么多年你在邓布利多的庇护下都做了些什么？为什么你要阻止黑魔王拿到魔法石？为什么黑魔王重生的那天你没有马上过来？几个星期前，当我们为了找回黑魔王的预言而浴血奋战的时候，你又在哪儿？而又是为什么，斯内普，在过去的五年里要让哈利·波特在你的仁慈下一直活着？”
她停住了，胸口剧烈起伏着，脸颊泛起红晕。在她身后纳西莎没有一点反应地坐着，她的脸仍然埋在双手之中。
斯内普微微一笑。
“在我回答你之前——哦，是的，贝拉特里克斯，我会回答你的！你可以把我的话转达给那些在我背后窃窃私语的人，把我背叛他的不实传闻带回去给黑魔王。在我回答你之前，我说，让我再问你一个问题。你真的认为黑魔王没有问过我所有的这些问题吗？你真的觉得，如果我没有给出令他满意的答复，他还会让我坐在这里和你说话吗？”
她迟疑了。
“我知道他相信你，但——”
“你认为他错了？或者我蒙蔽了他？认为我愚弄了黑魔王，愚弄了这个最伟大的巫师，愚弄了这个世界上把摄神取念玩弄得最为娴熟的人？”
贝拉特里克斯什么都没有说，但第一次看起来有点儿尴尬了。斯内普并没有在这一点上纠缠。他又拿起他的酒杯，啜饮了一小口，然后继续说道，“你问我黑魔王失败的时候去了哪儿，我正在他命令我待的地方，霍格沃茨魔法学校，因为他希望我能刺探阿不思·邓布利多。我以为你知道，我是奉黑魔王的命令而坚守我的岗位。”
她几乎察觉不到地点了点头，正准备张嘴说话，斯内普又制止了她。
“你问我他消失的那段时间为什么不尝试去找他。和埃弗里、雅克利、卡罗夫妇、格雷巴克、卢修斯的理由一样，”他把头微微倾向纳西莎，“还有许许多多的人，都没有去找他。我相信他完了。我并不感到高兴，我错了，不过……如果他不原谅我们这些一度失去信念的人，他就不会剩下几个追随者了。”
“他还有我！”贝拉特里克斯激昂地说。“我，为了他在阿兹卡班蹲了那么多年。”
“是的，确实，很令人钦佩，”斯内普用一种无趣的腔调说。“当然，你在监狱里对他来说毫无用处，不过这种姿态无疑很不错——”
“姿态！”她尖叫着说；看起来快被气疯了。“我在忍受摄魂怪的折磨，你却还在霍格沃茨，舒舒服服地做邓布利多的宠物！”
“并不完全是这样，”斯内普平静地说。“他不肯让我做黑魔法防御术课老师，你知道。他似乎相信这会令我故态复萌……引诱我走向我的老路。”
“这就是你为黑魔王做的牺牲，教不了你最喜欢的科目？”她嘲讽道。“那你为什么还要待在那儿，去为一个你认为都死了的主人去刺探邓布利多？”
“勉强为之，”斯内普说，“尽管黑魔王对我没有擅离岗位而感到高兴：当他回来的时候，我给他提供了关于邓布利多整整十六年的情报作为见面礼，比起那些对讨厌的阿兹卡班监狱无穷无尽的记忆要有用得多……”
“但你留下了——”
“是的，贝拉特里克斯，我留下了，”斯内普第一次流露出不耐烦的迹象。“我有一个比困在阿兹卡班监狱要舒服得多的活儿。你知道他们在追捕食死徒。邓布利多的保护让我逃脱了牢狱之灾，占了大便宜。我再说一遍：连黑魔王都没有抱怨我待在那儿，我不知道你有什么理由这样做。”
“我想你下面该想要知道，”他接着说，微微提高了音量，因为贝拉特里克斯看起来又想打断他，“为什么我要挡在黑魔王和魔法石之间。这很容易回答。他不能确定是否该信任我。他和你一样，也以为我从一个忠实的食死徒转变成了邓布利多身边的小丑。他的处境很可怜，非常虚弱，和一个普通巫师共用一个身体。他不敢向任何一个昔日的战友暴露自己，害怕他们会把他出卖给邓布利多或者是魔法部。我为他不信任我而感到深深的遗憾。他本可以早回来三年。事实上，我只看到贪婪和卑劣的奇洛去试图盗取魔法石，所以，我承认我我尽我所能去阻止了他。”
贝拉特里克斯的嘴巴像吞了什么难吃的药似的扭了扭。
“但当他回来的时候你并没有返回到他身边，当你感到黑魔标记灼痛的时候并没有立刻飞回他的身边——”
“不错。我两小时后才回去。我是遵照邓布利多的命令回去的。”
“遵照邓布利多的——？”她愤怒地说。
“想想看！”斯内普又开始不耐烦了。“只需要多等两个小时，只是两个小时，我就确保了自己还能待在霍格沃茨继续做我的间谍！让邓布利多以为我只是按照他的命令回去的，那之后我还能继续从邓布利多和凤凰社得到消息！想想看，贝拉特里克斯：黑魔标记在那几个月里力量越来越强大，我知道他一定准备卷土重来了，所有的食死徒都知道！我有足够的时间考虑我要做什么，计划我的下一步行动，去像卡卡洛夫一样溜走，不是吗？”
“黑魔王起初对我的迟到非常不满，但我向你保证,当我解释了尽管邓布利多认为我是他那边的人，但我对黑魔王仍旧忠诚之后，是的，黑魔王一度以为我永远离开他了，然而他弄错了。”
“但是你起到了什么作用？”贝拉特里克斯冷笑道，“你给了我们什么有用的情报？”
“我的情报直接传达给黑魔王，”斯内普说，“也许他选择了不告诉你——”
“他什么都让我知道！”贝拉特里克斯马上愤怒了。“他说我是他最忠诚、最可信赖的——”
“是吗？”斯内普说，他的声音微微透着不相信。“在遭遇了魔法部里的惨败后，他仍旧还这么认为吗？”
“那不是我的错！”贝拉特里克斯涨红了脸。“黑魔王过去一直把最珍视的东西委托给我——如果当时卢修斯没有——”
“你怎么敢——你怎么敢指责我的丈夫！”纳西莎抬起头来看着她的姐姐，死气沉沉地低声说。
“分摊责任已经于事无补，”斯内普平静地说。“覆水难收了。”
“这话不该由你来说！”贝拉特里克斯狂怒地吼道。“当我们其他人在冒风险的时候，你又一次的缺席了，不是吗，斯内普？”
“我收到的命令是留在后面，”斯内普说。“也许你不同意黑魔王的做法，也许你认为我要是加入食死徒的队伍来对抗凤凰社也不会被邓布利多察觉？而——恕我直言——你竟然还在谈论危险……你面对的不是六个十几岁的孩子吗？”
“你知道得很清楚，他们随后便得到了半个凤凰社的增援！”贝拉特里克斯咆哮道。“而说到凤凰社，你还是在声称无法说出它的总部在哪儿，不是吗？”
“我不是保密人，我不能说出那个地点的名字。我想你应该知道这种魔法是怎么回事。黑魔王对我传递给他的关于凤凰社的情报很满意。也许你已经猜到了，这直接帮助你们找到并且干掉了爱米琳·万斯，也帮你们除去了小天狼星布莱克，我对你结果了他打满分。”
他把头倾向她,向她敬酒。可她的表情并没有柔和下来。
“你在逃避我的最后一个问题，斯内普。哈利·波特。过去的五年你有无数的机会杀了他。可你没有做。为什么？”
“就这个问题，你和黑魔王讨论过吗？”斯内普问。
“他……最近，我们……我在问你，斯内普！”
“如果我杀了哈利·波特，黑魔王就不能用他的血重生，变得不可战胜了。”
“你是说你预见了他要利用那个男孩？”她嘲讽道。
“我没那么说；我不知道他的计划；我已经承认了我曾以为他死了。我只是试图解释为什么黑魔王没有对哈利·波特的苟且活着感到不快，至少直到一年之前……”
“但你为什么要让他活着？”
“我没有告诉你吗？正是邓布利多的保护让我可以不用进阿兹卡班！你不会否认我如果杀了他最钟爱的学生会让他站到我的对立面吧？但还有更多原因。我应该提醒你，当波特第一次走进霍格沃茨的时候就有许多关于他的故事在流传，谣传说他本身就是一个伟大的黑巫师，不然他是怎么从黑魔王的攻击下逃生的。实际上，许多黑魔王的追随者都觉得波特有可能成为一面新的旗帜，我们就能围拢在他周围重整旗鼓了。我承认我很好奇，而且在他踏进城堡的那一刻就根本没有想过要杀掉他。
“当然，很快我就发现他根本没有任何特殊的才能。在一些紧要关头他总是凭借着一点点运气和更有才能的伙伴才能脱离困境。他真是极度平庸，不过他和他的父亲一样令人讨厌和自鸣得意。我尽了全力想让他被霍格沃茨开除，我相信他根本不属于那儿，但是要让我杀死他，或者让他在我面前被杀？要知道邓布利多就近在眼前，傻瓜才会做这种蠢事。”
“由此我们是不是要相信邓布利多从来没有怀疑过你？”贝拉特里克斯说。“他不知道你真正效忠的是谁？他仍旧绝对信任你？”
“我的角色扮演得很好，”斯内普说。“而你忽视了邓布利多的最大弱点：他相信人性最好的一面。当我投靠他的时候我编了个故事说我深深后悔了，要和过去做食死徒的日子彻底决裂，他敞开怀抱欢迎我——尽管，我已经说过了，他控制着不让我接近黑魔法。邓布利多是个伟大的巫师——是的，他是”（贝拉特里克斯不屑地哼了哼）“黑魔王也承认这点。然而，我很高兴地说他已经越来越老了。上个月和黑魔王的决斗就够他一受的。从那以后他就一直被严重的伤痛困扰，因为他的反应已经大不如前了。但这些年来，他一直都信任西弗勒斯·斯内普，对黑魔王来说，这就是我最大的价值。”
贝拉特里克斯仍旧看起来很不悦，尽管她不知道接下来该怎么攻击斯内普才好。趁着她安静下来，斯内普转向了她的妹妹。
“那么……你来找我帮忙，纳西莎？”
“是的，西弗勒斯。我——我想你是唯一能帮我的人，我走投无路了。卢修斯又在监狱里，而……”
她闭上了双眼，两颗大大的泪珠从眼睑下面渗出来。
“黑魔王禁止我谈论这个，”纳西莎接着说，他的眼睛仍然闭着。“他希望没人知道这个计划。这是……非常秘密的。但是——”
“如果他禁止，你就不该说了，”斯内普马上说。“黑魔王的话就是法律。”
纳西莎吸了口气，就像被浸在冷水里一样。贝拉特里克斯自从踏进这屋子之后第一次显得满意。
“你看吧！”她得胜般地对妹妹说。“连斯内普也这么说：他不让你提，你就闭嘴。”
但斯内普站了起来，大步走向窗子，透过窗帘朝废弃的街道上看了看，然后猛地将它们拉上。他转过身冲纳西莎皱了皱眉。
“可碰巧我知道这个计划，”他低声说。“我是极少数几个被黑魔王告知这个计划的人之一。不过，如果不是我刚好知道这个秘密，纳西莎，你可能会犯了背叛黑魔王的大罪。”
“我就知道你肯定知道它！”纳西莎说，呼吸顺畅了些。“他这么信任你，西弗勒斯……”
“你知道这个计划？”贝拉特里克斯脸上的满意表情迅速变成了愤怒。“你知道？”
“当然，”斯内普说。“你想寻求什么帮助，纳西莎？如果你妄图让我去说服黑魔王改变主意，恐怕毫无希望，一点儿也没有。”
“西弗勒斯，”她低声说着，眼泪从苍白的脸颊滑落下来。“我的儿子……我唯一的儿子……”
“德拉科会感到骄傲的，”贝拉特里克斯漠不关心地说。“黑魔王给了他巨大的荣耀。我要为德拉科说一句：他并没有从他的责任上退缩，他看起来非常高兴有这么个机会能证明自己，对未来感到非常兴奋——”
纳西莎开始大哭了起来，眼睛一直恳求般地盯着斯内普。
”那是因为他只有十六岁，他不知道前面有什么在等待着他！为什么，西弗勒斯？为什么是我的儿子？这太危险了！这是对卢修斯犯下的错误的报复，我知道的！”
斯内普什么都没说。他把目光从她的眼泪移开，仿佛盯着她看是一种冒犯，但他不可能假装没有听到她说的话。
“那就是他选择德拉科的原因，不是吗？”她坚持说。“借此来惩罚卢修斯？”
“如果德拉科成功了，”斯内普仍旧不看着她，“他会得到比别人都多的荣誉。”
“但是他不会成功的！”纳西莎呜咽道：“他怎么可能，连黑魔头自己都……”
贝拉特里克斯倒抽了一口气；纳西莎显得有些不知所措。
“我只是说……还没有人成功过……西弗勒斯……求求你……你是，你一直都是德拉科最喜欢的老师……你是卢修斯的老朋友……我求求你了……你是黑魔王最喜欢、最信任的参谋……请你和他说，劝他——？”
“黑魔王不会被说服的，我也不会蠢到去尝试说服他，”斯内普平静地说。“我不能否认黑魔王对卢修斯很生气。卢修斯应该负责。他自己被抓了，还连累了一大群人，再者，他还没能带回那个预言球。是的，黑魔王很生气，纳西莎，事实上非常生气。”
“那么我猜对了，他选择通过德拉科来报复！”纳西莎屏住了呼吸。“他并不指望他成功，他巴不得他痛苦地死去！”
斯内普没有说话，纳西莎似乎失掉了最后一丝自我克制。她站了起来，摇摇晃晃地走向斯内普并抓住了他袍子的衬领。她的脸靠他那么近，以致于眼泪也滴到了他的前胸上，她喘着气说，“你能做到。你能代替德拉科做到，西弗勒斯。你会成功的，毫无疑问，而且他会给你超过所有人的奖励——”
斯内普抓住她的手腕，扳开了她的手。低头看着她沾着泪水的脸，他慢慢地说，“我想他打算让我最后来做。而决定让德拉科先试试。你知道，如果德拉科侥幸成功了，我就能在霍格沃茨待得更长一点，扮演我间谍的角色。”
“换句话说，德拉科就算是死了对他来说不无关紧要！”
“黑魔王非常生气，”斯内普轻轻地重复着。“他没能听到预言。你和我都清楚，纳西莎，他从不轻易饶恕。”
她崩溃了，倒在地板哭泣。
“我唯一的儿子……我唯一的儿子啊……”
“你应该感到骄傲！”贝拉特里克斯残忍地说。“如果我有儿子，我会非常高兴地让他们去为黑魔王做事。”
纳西莎绝望地尖叫了一声，用手紧紧抓住自己的一头金发。斯内普弯下腰，抓住她的胳膊把她提了起来，拖回到沙发里。然后将她的杯子倒上更多的酒，将杯子硬塞到她手里。
“纳西莎，别闹了。喝了这个。听我说。”
她镇静了一点；杯里的酒洒了到自己身上，于是她颤抖着啜了一小口。
“也许我还是有机会……帮助德拉科。”
她坐起来，苍白的脸上眼睛睁得大大的。
“西弗勒斯——哦，西弗勒斯——你愿意帮他？你愿意照看他，确保他不受到伤害吗？”
“我可以试一试。”
她突然扔开玻璃杯；玻璃杯在桌子上滑过去，她一下子跪倒在斯内普面前，抓住他的手亲吻了一下。
“如果你在那儿保护他……西弗勒斯，你敢发誓吗？你敢立下牢不可破誓约吗？”
“牢不可破誓约？”斯内普的表情空洞而不可捉摸：然而贝拉特里克斯却又得胜般地咯咯笑起来。
“你没听到吗，纳西莎？哦，他会试一试，我敢肯定……多常用的空洞字眼，多常见的圆滑行为……哦，当然，也是奉了黑魔王的命令吧！”
斯内普并没有看贝拉特里克斯。而是盯着纳西莎充满泪水的蓝色眼睛，她仍旧抓着他的手。
“当然了，纳西莎，我会立下牢不可破誓约，”他轻声说。“也许你的姐姐会答应做我们的见证人。”
贝拉特里克斯张大了嘴巴。斯内普也面朝纳西莎跪下了。在贝拉特里克斯惊讶的注视下，他们紧紧抓住了对方的右手。
“你需要拿起你的魔杖，贝拉特里克斯，”斯内普冷冷地说。
她抽出了魔杖，但仍显得很惊讶。
“你需要再靠近点儿，”他说。
她走近了几步，将魔杖的末梢点到两人握住的手上。
这时纳西莎说话了。
“你愿意，西弗勒斯，在我的儿子德拉科尝试完成黑魔王的心愿时去照看他吗？”
“我愿意，”斯内普说。
一条闪耀的火舌从魔杖里射出，就像一跟红热的金属丝一样缠绕在他俩的手上。
“你愿意，竭尽所能，保护他不受伤害吗？”
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