Book 1 - James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing

ut most of them were dead now, anyway. Nobody even knew his real name anymore. Or so he thought.
Apparently these people had known who he really was all along. They’d used him, and now he was going to
be disposed of. It was fitting, in a way. He sighed.
The voice went on. “As for your first question, however, I expect we can answer that. It seems only
fair. And after today, who could you possibly tell? You came looking for a chest of riches because you are a
small man with small aims. We are not small, Mr. Fletcher. Our aims are grand. And thanks to you and
your cohorts, we now have everything we need to accomplish those aims. Our goal is power, and what you
see here is the means to that power. What you see here, Mr. Fletcher… is simply the end of your world.”
Hopelessness filled Mundungus Fletcher and he fell to his knees. When the jet of orange light struck
him, choking him, covering him with darkness, he welcomed it. He embraced it.
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