Chapter Four (Imagination Is Magic)   "I won't say it again,
Potter," Headmaster Snape demanded. "Sit down."  Harry fell into
a seat in the Headmaster's windowless office, much different
from the space Dumbledore used that was still denied to Snape.
Harry had been summoned to this office to receive some sort of
bad news. Neither Snape nor the unfamiliar wizard who'd come to
do the briefing were in any hurry to break the quarantine.
Snape acted uncomfortable with Harry's confusion. The other man,
though, didn't even hide his eagerness.   Finally, the man in
the Ministry robes whose teeth were just as rotten as they had
first seemed took a spot beside the still-seated Snape. "My name
is Vicarius Lord Yaxley. I am a senior investigator for the
Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Do you understand, Mr.
Potter?"  The ugly man's voice danced with joy. It was no great
stretch of the imagination that the man would gut unicorns and
club kneazles if he could get away with it. For the pleasure he
took in pain.  "Ye