<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:59:16.626Z</updated><title type='text'>All things Harry Potter</title><subtitle type='html'>Harry Potter audio books, pdf's and more!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-4650887221196016968</id><published>2010-11-29T14:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:41:46.135Z</updated><title type='text'>J.K. Rowling - Complete Collection - All editions of Harry Potter - ebooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;J.K. Rowling - Complete Collection - All editions of Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;- Low size, Excellent Quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Includes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Series 1-7 Boxed Set (American-Scholastic)&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Series 1-7 Boxed Set (British-Bloomsbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Potter Prequel Postcard (Waterstone's)&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (American-Scholastic)&lt;br /&gt;Quidditch Through the Ages (American-Scholastic)&lt;br /&gt;The Tales of Beedle the Bard (British-Bloomsbury)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Quality Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Note : I havent posted the images of each ebook. Screen is of only one ebook. Quality of all the ebooks is the same. Here is the sample image :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs468.ash2/74111_142201725831040_142193639165182_255119_4497832_n.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px;" title="Image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs928.snc4/74111_142201729164373_142193639165182_255120_2458652_n.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px;" title="Image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;James Potter Prequel Postcard (Waterstone's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/307udbyflels/Waterstone%27s_-_HP_0_-_Harry_Potter_Prequel.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Harry Potter 1-7 Boxed Set Complete ( Scholastic/American Edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/nfwfah2e8xrb/Scholastic_-_HP_1_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Sorcerer%27s_Stone.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/ye8vk9w7uebm/Scholastic_-_HP_2_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/ldp463bz8x0g/Scholastic_-_HP_3_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Prisoner_of_Azkaban.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/q6xs4gq9rfi4/Scholastic_-_HP_5_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/1o2d0u7650xc/Scholastic_-_HP_7_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/da785sntk3se/Bloomsbury_-_HP_1_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Philosopher%27s_Stone.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/xmc140qw31h7/Bloomsbury_-_HP_2_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/3iz60db8ri4h/Bloomsbury_-_HP_3_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Prisoner_of_Azkaban.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/w1mizay9ov2h/Bloomsbury_-_HP_4_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Goblet_of_Fire.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/bhrqr984bnet/Bloomsbury_-_HP_5_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/hu2tl5eydinh/Bloomsbury_-_HP_6_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/clhtqm35jqgg/Bloomsbury_-_HP_7_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Quidditch through the ages - Scholastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/ro3dzsbx10i6/Scholastic_-_Quidditch_Through_the_Ages.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;The Tales of Beedle the Bard - Bloomsbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/7r4s74ip8yz0/Bloomsbury_-_The_Tales_of_Beedle_the_Bard.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them - Scholastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.keepfile.com/3mjs4g30wcqc/Scholastic_-_Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them.pdf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-4650887221196016968?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/4650887221196016968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=4650887221196016968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/4650887221196016968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/4650887221196016968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2010/11/jk-rowling-complete-collection-all.html' title='J.K. Rowling - Complete Collection - All editions of Harry Potter - ebooks'/><author><name>diabolicaldevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00637621563246671819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-35187631768497248</id><published>2010-06-17T18:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:28:17.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All Harry Potter E-books original version in PDF file format.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="postbody" style="font-size: 12px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="postbody_div"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" height="322" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2w4z4f7.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px;" title="Image" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;** Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone PDF **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1.26MB | MU Links | PDF Format | Uploaded by Maikhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/28jb2o9.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px;" title="Image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RHIGHWZN&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Password:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;maikhee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;** Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PDF **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1.33MB | MU Links | PDF Format | Uploaded by Maikhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/28jb2o9.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px;" title="Image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; 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font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5X5WZX7F&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Password:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; color: #465584; font-family: Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, Arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;maikhee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;** Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire PDF **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2.40MB | MU Links | PDF Format | Uploaded by Maikhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/28jb2o9.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; 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font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; width: 947px;"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5L2LDJYI&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Password:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="genmed" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="code" style="background-color: #fafcfe; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-style: dotted; 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-4714375305965721701</id><published>2010-06-17T18:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:45:40.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Audio Books 1-7[Read By JIM DALE- US Version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Harry Potter Audio Books 1-7[Read By JIM DALE- US Version]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;- All Books contains chapters&lt;br /&gt;- Mp3 files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" border="0" height="240" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z295/pimchu/HPAudioAllBig.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px;" title="Image" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;Sample:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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It's been substantially&lt;br /&gt;improved.  The entire book has been carefully proofread, so the number of&lt;br /&gt;remaining errors should be minimal.  A cover has been added, as has been the&lt;br /&gt;previously omitted prologue.  A colophon has been added, and DSB has been&lt;br /&gt;properly credited. (Sorry, didn't mean to tread on any toes the first time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of your requested this file on A4 paper, but we elected instead to match&lt;br /&gt;the pagination of the book as closely as possible. As it is, the page numbering&lt;br /&gt; is almost perfect, with any given text no more than half a page off from the&lt;br /&gt;real book. If there turn out to be a lot of remaining errors (there shouldn't be),&lt;br /&gt;let us know, and we will think about making a third release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dark Miasma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44619568/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows__PDF___DarkMiasma___Updated_.pdf"&gt;download link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*about that chapter 10a part. ive got some problems with my torrentflux, thats why i havent been able to upload a good one...sorry about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-2200026572074113874?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-4180749498511077584</id><published>2007-07-23T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:57:28.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiobook -  Stephen Fry version</title><content type='html'>Heres the version read by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen Fry&lt;/span&gt;. its uploaded chapter by chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Rapidshare Folder: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/users/CYCJUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503914/Chapter_01_-_The_Dark_Lord_Ascending.mp3"&gt;Chapter_01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503967/Chapter_02_-_In_Memoriam.mp3"&gt;Chapter_02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503910/Chapter_03_-_The_Dursleys_Departing.mp3"&gt;Chapter_03&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504099/Chapter_04_-_The_Seven_Potters.mp3"&gt;Chapter_04&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504117/Chapter_05_-_Fallen_Warrior.mp3"&gt;Chapter_05&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504139/Chapter_06_-_The_Ghoul_in_Pyjamas.mp3"&gt;Chapter_06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504133/Chapter_07_-_The_Will_of_Albus_Dumbl.mp3"&gt;Chapter_07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504140/Chapter_08_-_The_Wedding.mp3"&gt;Chapter_08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503972/Chapter_09_-_A_Place_to_Hide.mp3"&gt;Chapter_09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504192/Chapter_10_-_Kreacher_27s_Tale.mp3"&gt;Chapter_10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504087/Chapter_11_-_The_Bribe.mp3"&gt;Chapter_11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504114/Chapter_12_-_Magic_is_Might.mp3"&gt;Chapter_12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504095/Chapter_13_-_The_Muggle-Born_Registr.mp3"&gt;Chapter_13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503955/Chapter_14_-_The_Thief.mp3"&gt;Chapter_14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504221/Chapter_15_-_The_Goblin_27s_Revenge.mp3"&gt;Chapter_15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504040/Chapter_16_-_Godric_27s_Hollow.mp3"&gt;Chapter_16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504125/Chapter_17_-_Bathilda_27s_Secret.mp3"&gt;Chapter_17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503901/Chapter_18_-_The_Life_and_Lies_of_Al.mp3"&gt;Chapter_18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504135/Chapter_19_-_The_Silver_Doe.mp3"&gt;Chapter_19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503994/Chapter_20_-_Xenophilius_Lovegood.mp3"&gt;Chapter_20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504013/Chapter_21_-_The_Tale_of_the_Three_B.mp3"&gt;Chapter_21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504107/Chapter_22_-_The_Deathly_Hallows.mp3"&gt;Chapter_22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504290/Chapter_23_-_Malfoy_Manor.mp3"&gt;Chapter_23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504197/Chapter_24_-_The_Wandmaker.mp3"&gt;Chapter_24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503991/Chapter_25_-_Shell_Cottage.mp3"&gt;Chapter_25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504210/Chapter_26_-_Gringotts.mp3"&gt;Chapter_26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503870/Chapter_27_-_The_Final_Hiding_Place.mp3"&gt;Chapter_27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504035/Chapter_28_-_The_Missing_Mirror.mp3"&gt;Chapter_28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503992/Chapter_29_-_The_Lost_Diadem.mp3"&gt;Chapter_29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504047/Chapter_30_-_The_Sacking_of_Severus.mp3"&gt;Chapter_30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504268/Chapter_31_-_The_Battle_of_Hogwarts.mp3"&gt;Chapter_31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504138/Chapter_32_-_The_Elder_Wand.mp3"&gt;Chapter_32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504386/Chapter_33_-_The_Prince_27s_Tale.mp3"&gt;Chapter_33&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503988/Chapter_34_-_The_Forest_Again.mp3"&gt;Chapter_34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504110/Chapter_35_-_King_27s_Cross.mp3"&gt;Chapter_35&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44504260/Chapter_36_-_The_Flaw_in_the_Plan.mp3"&gt;Chapter_36&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44503839/Nineteen_Years_Later.mp3"&gt;Nineteen_Years_Later&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please let me know if there are any errors, i'll re-upload them as soon as possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-4180749498511077584?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/4180749498511077584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=4180749498511077584' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/4180749498511077584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/4180749498511077584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/audiobook-stephen-fry-version.html' title='Audiobook -  Stephen Fry version'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-482605766843606462</id><published>2007-07-22T02:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T04:30:42.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiobook fresh links</title><content type='html'>here are the files from &lt;a href="http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3748891/J_K_Rowling_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Jim_Dale.3748891.TPB.torrent"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; torrent&lt;br /&gt;all files are in this folder:&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/users/4U41G5&lt;br /&gt;user: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;4U41G5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pass: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;4U41G5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;these are files from &lt;a href="http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3748365/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Audiobook.3748365.TPB.torrent"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; torrent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rapidshare links:&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/users/7MGKPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pass for folder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7MGKPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;*both folders contain fresh links and its Jim Dale version&lt;br /&gt;share the links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-482605766843606462?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/482605766843606462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=482605766843606462' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/482605766843606462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/482605766843606462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/audiobook-2nd-torrentlunan.html' title='Audiobook fresh links'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-4566890245799222145</id><published>2007-07-22T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:59:18.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Jim Dale</title><content type='html'>This is from the &lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/tor/3748891/J_K_Rowling_-_Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Jim_Dale"&gt;torrent&lt;/a&gt; upload by Lunan.&lt;br /&gt;3 by 3 chapters will be uploaded, ive archived them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44360709/hairy_chapter_1-3.rar"&gt;chapter 1-3&lt;/a&gt; - fresh!, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not the old one with errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44365864/hairy_chapter_4-6.rar"&gt;chapter 4-6&lt;/a&gt; - fresh!, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not the old one with errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44369686/hairy_chapter_7-9.rar"&gt;chapter 7-9&lt;/a&gt; - fresh!, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not the old one with errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44274465/hairy_chapter_10-12.rar"&gt;chapter 10-12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44277096/hairy_chapter_13-15.rar"&gt;chapter 13-15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44278777/hairy_chapter_16-19.rar"&gt;chapter 16-19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44507232/hairy_chapter_20-22.rar"&gt;chapter 20-22&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing chapter added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44282561/hairy_chapter_23-25.rar"&gt;chapter 23-25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44284769/hairy_chapter_26-28.rar"&gt;chapter 26-28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44289604/hairy_chapter_29-31.rar"&gt;chapter 29-31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44292866/hairy_chapter_32-34.rar"&gt;chapter 32-34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44294873/hairy_chapter_35-36_Epilogue-A-B-C.rar"&gt;chapter 35-36 + Epilogue A, B &amp;amp; C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rs folder for the links above: http://rapidshare.com/users/QPAH52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any errors in this?  try downloading the exact file you want from: http://rapidshare.com/users/4U41G5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-4566890245799222145?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/4566890245799222145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=4566890245799222145' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/4566890245799222145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/4566890245799222145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-jim.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Jim Dale'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-1154787074570591520</id><published>2007-07-21T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:57:20.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiobook</title><content type='html'>ive downloaded the 1st few parts of the new torrent, will archive them in 100mb files and will upload them&lt;br /&gt;removed the old ones since its got errors and stuff...people have patience pls...and yeah meanwhile u can tell me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; place to upload where everyone can download for free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-1154787074570591520?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/1154787074570591520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=1154787074570591520' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/1154787074570591520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/1154787074570591520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/audiobook.html' title='Audiobook'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-5936163034739788017</id><published>2007-07-21T20:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T04:09:22.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Audiobook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Written by J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read by Jim Dale&lt;br /&gt;these are files from &lt;a href="http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3748365/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Audiobook.3748365.TPB.torrent"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; torrent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rapidshare links:&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/users/7MGKPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pass for folder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;7MGKPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the files should not have any errors.&lt;br /&gt;these are fresh uploads&lt;br /&gt;let me know if there is any error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;email me the mirrors @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hairypotter7@[the best search engines email service]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-5936163034739788017?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/5936163034739788017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=5936163034739788017' title='264 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/5936163034739788017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/5936163034739788017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows_22.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Audiobook'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>264</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-667763991823823870</id><published>2007-07-21T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:55:21.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Audiobook is out!!</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Audiobook is out!&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;a href="http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3748365/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Audiobook.3748365.TPB.torrent"&gt;torrent&lt;/a&gt; is on piratebay.&lt;br /&gt;note from uploader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;pre&gt;July 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;Written by J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read by Jim Dale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 CD's in .mp3 format @ 96 kBit/s (+ 17 .cue's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy it, please buy it!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;download speed is pretty slow, cos of less seeders...but if u use something like torrentflux it will be good...im getting 50kbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be providing you with direct rapidshare links as soon as i finish uploading them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also read some parts of the real book and the DSB version...matches perfectly!! so enjoy reading!&lt;br /&gt;if there are any mistakes on the one posted here. feel free to post a comment or mail me about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry about the typo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-667763991823823870?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/667763991823823870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=667763991823823870' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/667763991823823870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/667763991823823870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows_21.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Audiobook is out!!'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-3597954653393668411</id><published>2007-07-20T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:21:37.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is online!!</title><content type='html'>okay guys!! the time has come!! now you can read the full book online!!!&lt;br /&gt;for those who want to download the pdf. heres a &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44214028/HP07Re4LFull.rar"&gt;direct rapidshare link&lt;/a&gt; to it!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;jus scroll down while reading...the posts will be in reading order. had to split into 3 posts because blogger crashed a couple of times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Thanks a lot to BSD for the hard work they've done in bringing this to us!!&lt;br /&gt;digg it: http://digg.com/movies/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_the_FULL_story_is_on_a_blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit2: audio books...[10 chapters] - not the original one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43909725/HP7_Ch01.mp4"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43910383/HP7_Ch02.mp4"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43911076/HP7_Ch03.mp4"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43912110/HP7_Ch04.mp4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43913982/HP7_Ch05.mp4"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43915669/HP7_Ch06.mp4"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43916410/HP7_Ch07.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43915799/HP7_Ch08.mp4"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43914774/HP7_Ch09.mp4"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/43911254/HP7_Ch10.mp4"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[these are direct links! you dont need to have a rapidshare account or you dont have to wait for the counter, jus copy the link to your download manager and enjoy it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469322339614850546-3597954653393668411?l=hairypotter7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/feeds/3597954653393668411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=469322339614850546&amp;postID=3597954653393668411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/3597954653393668411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/469322339614850546/posts/default/3597954653393668411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairypotter7.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-guys-time-has-come-now-you-can.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is online!!'/><author><name>Harry Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810971870832848385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469322339614850546.post-8034268446545665711</id><published>2007-07-20T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:10:34.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;By J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dedication of this book is split seven ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Neil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have stuck with Harry until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Lord Ascending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Memorandum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dursleys Departing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven Potters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghoul in Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Will of Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Place to Hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreacher’s Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bribe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic is Might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muggle-born Registration Commission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goblin’s Revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godric’s Hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathilda’s Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silver Doe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenophilius Lovegood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-One [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of the Three Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Two [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Three [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malfoy Manor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Four [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wandmaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Five [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell Cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Six [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gringotts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Seven [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final Hiding Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Eight [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Missing Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Nine [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Diadem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacking of Severus Snape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-One [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Battle of Hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-Two [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elder Wand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-Three [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince’s Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-Four [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forest Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-Five [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King’s Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-Six [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flaw in the Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue [goto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Lord Ascending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit&lt;br /&gt;lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each other's chests; then,&lt;br /&gt;recognizing each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking&lt;br /&gt;briskly in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;"News?" asked the taller of the two.&lt;br /&gt;"The best," replied Severus Snape.&lt;br /&gt;The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high,&lt;br /&gt;neatly manicured hedge. The men's long cloaks flapped around their ankles as they&lt;br /&gt;marched.&lt;br /&gt;"Thought I might be late," said Yaxley, his blunt features sliding in and out of sight as&lt;br /&gt;the branches of overhanging trees broke the moonlight. "It was a little trickier than I&lt;br /&gt;expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that your reception will be&lt;br /&gt;good?"&lt;br /&gt;Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led&lt;br /&gt;off the lane. The high hedge curved into them, running off into the distance beyond the&lt;br /&gt;pair of imposing wrought-iron gates barring the men’s way. Neither of them broke step:&lt;br /&gt;In silence both raised their left arms in a kind of salute and passed straight through, as&lt;br /&gt;though the dark metal was smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The yew hedges muffled the sound of the men’s footsteps. There was a rustle&lt;br /&gt;somewhere to their right: Yaxley drew his wand again pointing it over his companion’s&lt;br /&gt;head, but the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock,&lt;br /&gt;strutting majestically along the top of the hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He always did himself well, Lucius. Peacocks …” Yaxley thrust his wand back&lt;br /&gt;under his cloak with a snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive,&lt;br /&gt;lights glinting in the diamond paned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden&lt;br /&gt;beyond the hedge a fountain was playing. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as Snape and&lt;br /&gt;Yaxley sped toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though&lt;br /&gt;nobody had visibly opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The hallway was large, dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent&lt;br /&gt;carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the pale-faced portraits on the wall&lt;br /&gt;followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden&lt;br /&gt;door leading into the next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned&lt;br /&gt;the bronze handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table. The&lt;br /&gt;room’s usual furniture had been pushed carelessly up against the walls. Illumination&lt;br /&gt;came from a roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded&lt;br /&gt;mirror. Snape and Yaxley lingered for a moment on the threshold. As their eyes grew&lt;br /&gt;accustomed to the lack of light, they were drawn upward to the strangest feature of the&lt;br /&gt;scene: an apparently unconscious human figure hanging upside down over the table,&lt;br /&gt;revolving slowly as if suspended by an invisible rope, and reflected in the mirror and in&lt;br /&gt;the bare, polished surface of the table below. None of the people seated underneath this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singular sight were looking at it except for a pale young man sitting almost directly below&lt;br /&gt;it. He seemed unable to prevent himself from glancing upward every minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yaxley. Snape,” said a high, clear voice from the head of the table. “You are&lt;br /&gt;very nearly late.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The speaker was seated directly in front of the fireplace, so that it was difficult, at&lt;br /&gt;first, for the new arrivals to make out more than his silhouette. As they drew nearer,&lt;br /&gt;however, his face shone through the gloom, hairless, snakelike, with slits for nostrils and&lt;br /&gt;gleaming red eyes whose pupils were vertical. He was so pale that he seemed to emit a&lt;br /&gt;pearly glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Severus, here,” said Voldemort, indicating the seat on his immediate right.&lt;br /&gt;“Yaxley – beside Dolohov.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The two men took their allotted places. Most of the eyes around the table&lt;br /&gt;followed Snape, and it was to him that Voldemort spoke first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current&lt;br /&gt;place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The interest around the table sharpened palpably: Some stiffened, others fidgeted,&lt;br /&gt;all gazing at Snape and Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Saturday … at nightfall,” repeated Voldemort. His red eyes fastened upon&lt;br /&gt;Snape’s black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, apparently&lt;br /&gt;fearful that they themselves would be scorched by the ferocity of the gaze. Snape,&lt;br /&gt;however, looked calmly back into Voldemort’s face and, after a moment or two,&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort’s lipless mouth curved into something like a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good. Very good. And this information comes –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “ – from the source we discussed,” said Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yaxley had leaned forward to look down the long table at Voldemort and Snape.&lt;br /&gt;All faces turned to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord, I have heard differently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yaxley waited, but Voldemort did not speak, so he went on, “Dawlish, the Auror,&lt;br /&gt;let slip that Potter will not be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns&lt;br /&gt;seventeen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Snape was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail; this must be it. No&lt;br /&gt;doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed upon Dawlish. It would not be the first time;&lt;br /&gt;he is known to be susceptible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I assure you, my Lord, Dawlish seemed quite certain,” said Yaxley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If he has been Confunded, naturally he is certain,” said Snape. “I assure you,&lt;br /&gt;Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of Harry Potter. The&lt;br /&gt;Order believes that we have infiltrated the Ministry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Order’s got one thing right, then, eh?” said a squat man sitting a short&lt;br /&gt;distance from Yaxley; he gave a wheezy giggle that was echoed here and there along the&lt;br /&gt;table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Voldemort did not laugh. His gaze had wandered upward to the body revolving&lt;br /&gt;slowly overhead, and he seemed to be lost in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Lord,” Yaxley went on, “Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be&lt;br /&gt;used to transfer the boy –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Voldemort held up a large white hand, and Yaxley subsided at once, watching&lt;br /&gt;resentfully as Voldemort turned back to Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Where are they going to hide the boy next?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “At the home of one of the Order,” said Snape. “The place, according to the&lt;br /&gt;source, has been given every protection that the Order and Ministry together could&lt;br /&gt;provide. I think that there is little chance of taking him once he is there, my Lord, unless,&lt;br /&gt;of course, the Ministry has fallen before next Saturday, which might give us the&lt;br /&gt;opportunity to discover and undo enough of the enchantments to break through the rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, Yaxley?” Voldemort called down the table, the firelight glinting strangely&lt;br /&gt;in his red eyes. “Will the Ministry have fallen by next Saturday?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again, all heads turned. Yaxley squared his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord, I have good news on that score. I have – with difficulty, and after great&lt;br /&gt;effort – succeeded in placing an Imperius Curse upon Pius Thicknesse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Many of those sitting around Yaxley looked impressed; his neighbor, Dolohov, a&lt;br /&gt;man with a long, twisted face, clapped him on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It is a start,” said Voldemort. “But Thicknesse is only one man. Scrimgeour must&lt;br /&gt;be surrounded by our people before I act. One failed attempt on the Minister’s life will&lt;br /&gt;set me back a long way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes – my Lord, that is true – but you know, as Head of the Department of&lt;br /&gt;Magical Law Enforcement, Thicknesse has regular contact not only with the Minister&lt;br /&gt;himself, but also with the Heads of all the other Ministry departments. It will, I think, be&lt;br /&gt;easy now that we have such a high-ranking official under our control, to subjugate the&lt;br /&gt;others, and then they can all work together to bring Scrimgeour down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “As long as our friend Thicknesse is not discovered before he has converted the&lt;br /&gt;rest,” said Voldemort. “At any rate, it remains unlikely that the Ministry will be mine&lt;br /&gt;before next Saturday. If we cannot touch the boy at his destination, then it must be done&lt;br /&gt;while he travels.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We are at an advantage there, my Lord,” said Yaxley, who seemed determined to&lt;br /&gt;receive some portion of approval. “We now have several people planted within the&lt;br /&gt;Department of Magical Transport. If Potter Apparates or uses the Floo Network, we shall&lt;br /&gt;know immediately.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He will not do either,” said Snape. “The Order is eschewing any form of&lt;br /&gt;transport that is controlled or regulated by the Ministry; they mistrust everything to do&lt;br /&gt;with the place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “All the better,” said Voldemort. “He will have to move in the open. Easier to&lt;br /&gt;take, by far.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Again, Voldemort looked up at the slowly revolving body as he went on, “I shall&lt;br /&gt;attend to the boy in person. There have been too many mistakes where Harry Potter is&lt;br /&gt;concerned. Some of them have been my own. That Potter lives is due more to my errors&lt;br /&gt;than to his triumphs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The company around the table watched Voldemort apprehensively, each of them,&lt;br /&gt;by his or her expression, afraid that they might be blamed for Harry Potter’s continued&lt;br /&gt;existence. Voldemort, however, seemed to be speaking more to himself than to any of&lt;br /&gt;them, still addressing the unconscious body above him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those&lt;br /&gt;wreckers of all but the best-laid plans. But I know better now. I understand those things&lt;br /&gt;that I did not understand before. I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At these words, seemingly in response to them, a sudden wail sounded, a terrible,&lt;br /&gt;drawn-out cry of misery and pain. Many of those at the table looked downward, startled,&lt;br /&gt;for the sound had seemed to issue from below their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wormtail,” said Voldemort, with no change in his quiet, thoughtful tone, and&lt;br /&gt;without removing his eyes from the revolving body above, “have I not spoken to you&lt;br /&gt;about keeping our prisoner quiet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, m-my Lord,” gasped a small man halfway down the table, who had been&lt;br /&gt;sitting so low in his chair that it appeared, at first glance, to be unoccupied. Now he&lt;br /&gt;scrambled from his seat and scurried from the room, leaving nothing behind him but a&lt;br /&gt;curious gleam of silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “As I was saying,” continued Voldemort, looking again at the tense faces of his&lt;br /&gt;followers, “I understand better now. I shall need, for instance, to borrow a wand from one&lt;br /&gt;of you before I go to kill Potter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The faces around him displayed nothing but shock; he might have announced that&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to borrow one of their arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No volunteers?” said Voldemort. “Let’s see … Lucius, I see no reason for you to&lt;br /&gt;have a wand anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lucius Malfoy looked up. His skin appeared yellowish and waxy in the firelight,&lt;br /&gt;and his eyes were sunken and shadowed. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your wand, Lucius. I require your wand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Malfoy glanced sideways at his wife. She was staring straight ahead, quite as pale&lt;br /&gt;as he was, her long blonde hair hanging down her back, but beneath the table her slim&lt;br /&gt;fingers closed briefly on his wrist. At her touch, Malfoy put his hand into his robes,&lt;br /&gt;withdrew a wand, and passed it along to Voldemort, who held it up in front of his red&lt;br /&gt;eyes, examining it closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Elm, my Lord,” whispered Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And the core?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Dragon – dragon heartstring.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good,” said Voldemort. He drew out his wand and compared the lengths. Lucius&lt;br /&gt;Malfoy made an involuntary movement; for a fraction of a second, it seemed he expected&lt;br /&gt;to receive Voldemort’s wand in exchange for his own. The gesture was not missed by&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort, whose eyes widened maliciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of the throng sniggered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I have given you your liberty, Lucius, is that not enough for you? But I have&lt;br /&gt;noticed that you and your family seem less than happy of late … What is it about my&lt;br /&gt;presence in your home that displaces you, Lucius?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nothing – nothing, my Lord!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Such lies Lucius … “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft voice seemed to hiss on even after the cruel mouth had stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;One or two of the wizards barely repressed a shudder as the hissing grew louder;&lt;br /&gt;something heavy could be heard sliding across the floor beneath the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The huge snake emerged to climb slowly up Voldemort’s chair. It rose, seemingly&lt;br /&gt;endlessly, and came to rest across Voldemort’s shoulders: its neck the thickness of a&lt;br /&gt;man’s thigh; its eyes, with their vertical slits for pupils, unblinking. Voldemort stroked&lt;br /&gt;the creature absently with long thin fingers, still looking at Lucius Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why do the Malfoys look so unhappy with their lot? Is my return, my rise to&lt;br /&gt;power, not the very thing they professed to desire for so many years?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Of course, my Lord,” said Lucius Malfoy. His hand shook as he wiped sweat&lt;br /&gt;from his upper lip. “We did desire it – we do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To Malfoy’s left, his wife made an odd, stiff nod, her eyes averted from&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort and the snake. To his right, his son, Draco, who had been gazing up at the&lt;br /&gt;inert body overhead, glanced quickly at Voldemort and away again, terrified to make eye&lt;br /&gt;contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord,” said a dark woman halfway down the table, her voice constricted with&lt;br /&gt;emotion, “it is an honor to have you here, in our family’s house. There can be no higher&lt;br /&gt;pleasure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She sat beside her sister, as unlike her in looks, with her dark hair and heavily&lt;br /&gt;lidded eyes, as she was in bearing and demeanor; where Narcissa sat rigid and impassive,&lt;br /&gt;Bellatrix leaned toward Voldemort, for mere words could not demonstrate her longing for&lt;br /&gt;closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No higher pleasure,” repeated Voldemort, his head tilted a little to one side as he&lt;br /&gt;considered Bellatrix. “That means a great deal, Bellatrix, from you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her face flooded with color; her eyes welled with tears of delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No higher pleasure … even compared with the happy event that, I hear, has&lt;br /&gt;taken place in your family this week?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She stared at him, her lips parted, evidently confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don’t know what you mean, my Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m talking about your niece, Bellatrix. And yours, Lucius and Narcissa. She has&lt;br /&gt;just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin. You must be so proud.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was an eruption of jeering laughter from around the table. Many leaned&lt;br /&gt;forward to exchange gleeful looks; a few thumped the table with their fists. The giant&lt;br /&gt;snake, disliking the disturbance, opened its mouth wide and hissed angrily, but the Death&lt;br /&gt;Eaters did not hear it, so jubilant were they at Bellatrix and the Malfoys’ humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;Bellatrix’s face, so recently flushed wit happiness, had turned an ugly, blotchy red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She is no niece of ours, my Lord,” she cried over the outpouring of mirth. “We –&lt;br /&gt;Narcissa and I – have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood. This&lt;br /&gt;brat has nothing to do with either of us, nor any beast she marries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What say you, Draco?” asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it&lt;br /&gt;carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. “Will you babysit the cubs?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked in terror at his father, who was&lt;br /&gt;staring down into his own lap, then caught his mother’s eye. She shook her head almost&lt;br /&gt;imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Enough,” said Voldemort, stroking the angry snake. “Enough.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the laughter died at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Many of our oldest family trees become a little diseased over time,” he said as&lt;br /&gt;Bellatrix gazed at him, breathless and imploring, “You must prune yours, must you not,&lt;br /&gt;to keep it healthy? Cut away those parts that threaten the health of the rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, my Lord,” whispered Bellatrix, and her eyes swam with tears of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;again. “At the first chance!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You shall have it,” said Voldemort. “And in your family, so in the world … we&lt;br /&gt;shall cut away the canker that infects us until only those of the true blood remain …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy’s wand, pointed it directly at the slowly&lt;br /&gt;revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life&lt;br /&gt;with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Do you recognize our guest, Severus?” asked Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Snape raised his eyes to the upside down face. All of the Death Eaters were&lt;br /&gt;looking up at the captive now, as though they had been given permission to show&lt;br /&gt;curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified&lt;br /&gt;voice, “Severus! Help me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah, yes,” said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And you, Draco?” asked Voldemort, stroking the snake’s snout with his wand-&lt;br /&gt;free hand. Draco shook his head jerkily. Now that the woman had woken, he seemed&lt;br /&gt;unable to look at her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But you would not have taken her classes,” said Voldemort. “For those of you&lt;br /&gt;who do not know, we are joined here tonight by Charity Burbage who, until recently,&lt;br /&gt;taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There were small noises of comprehension around the table. A broad, hunched&lt;br /&gt;woman with pointed teeth cackled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes … Professor Burbage taught the children of witches and wizards all about&lt;br /&gt;Muggles … how they are not so different from us … “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the Death Eaters spat on the floor. Charity Burbage revolved to face Snape&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Severus … please … please … “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Silence,” said Voldemort, with another twitch of Malfoy’s wand, and Charity fell&lt;br /&gt;silent as if gagged. “Not content with corrupting and polluting the minds of Wizarding&lt;br /&gt;children, last week Professor Burbage wrote an impassioned defense of Mudbloods in the&lt;br /&gt;Daily Prophet. Wizards, she says, must accept these thieves of their knowledge and&lt;br /&gt;magic. The dwindling of the purebloods is, says Professor Burbage, a most desirable&lt;br /&gt;circumstance … She would have us all mate with Muggles … or, no doubt, werewolves&lt;br /&gt;… “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nobody laughed this time. There was no mistaking the anger and contempt in&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort’s voice. For the third time, Charity Burbage revolved to face Snape. Tears&lt;br /&gt;were pouring from her eyes into her hair. Snape looked back at her, quite impassive, as&lt;br /&gt;she turned slowly away from him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Avada Kedavra”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The flash of green light illuminated every corner of the room. Charity fell, with a&lt;br /&gt;resounding crash, onto the table below, which trembled and creaked. Several of the Death&lt;br /&gt;Eaters leapt back in their chairs. Draco fell out of his onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dinner, Nagini,” said Voldemort softly, and the great snake swayed and slithered&lt;br /&gt;from his shoulders onto the polished wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Memorandum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry was bleeding. Clutching his right hand in his left and swearing under his&lt;br /&gt;breath, he shouldered open his bedroom door. There was a crunch of breaking china. He&lt;br /&gt;had trodden on a cup of cold tea that had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What the --?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked around, the landing of number four, Privet Drive, was deserted.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the cup of tea was Dudley's idea of a clever booby trap. Keeping his bleeding&lt;br /&gt;hand elevated, Harry scraped the fragments of cup together with the other hand and threw&lt;br /&gt;them into the already crammed bin just visible inside his bedroom door. Then he tramped&lt;br /&gt;across to the bathroom to run his finger under the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was stupid, pointless, irritating beyond belief that he still had four days left of&lt;br /&gt;being unable to perform magic…but he had to admit to himself that this jagged cut in his&lt;br /&gt;finger would have defeated him. He had never learned how to repair wounds, and now he&lt;br /&gt;came to think of it – particularly in light of his immediate plans – this seemed a serious&lt;br /&gt;flaw in his magical education. Making a mental note to ask Hermione how it was done,&lt;br /&gt;he used a large wad of toilet paper to mop up as much of the tea as he could before&lt;br /&gt;returning to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry had spent the morning completely emptying his school trunk for the first&lt;br /&gt;time since he had packed it six years ago. At the start of the intervening school years, he&lt;br /&gt;had merely skimmed off the topmost three quarters of the contents and replaced or&lt;br /&gt;updated them, leaving a layer of general debris at the bottom – old quills, desiccated&lt;br /&gt;beetle eyes, single socks that no longer fit. Minutes previously, Harry had plunged his&lt;br /&gt;hand into this mulch, experienced a stabbing pain in the fourth finger of his right hand,&lt;br /&gt;and withdrawn it to see a lot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He now proceeded a little more cautiously. Kneeling down beside the trunk again,&lt;br /&gt;he groped around in the bottom and, after retrieving an old badge that flickered feebly&lt;br /&gt;between SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY and POTTER STINKS, a cracked and worn-out&lt;br /&gt;Sneakoscope, and a gold locket inside which a note signed R.A.B. had been hidden, he&lt;br /&gt;finally discovered the sharp edge that had done the damage. He recognized it at once. It&lt;br /&gt;was a two-inch-long fragment of the enchanted mirror that his dead godfather, Sirius, had&lt;br /&gt;given him. Harry laid it aside and felt cautiously around the trunk for the rest, but nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more remained of his godfather's last gift except powdered glass, which clung to the&lt;br /&gt;deepest layer of debris like glittering grit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry sat up and examined the jagged piece on which he had cut himself, seeing&lt;br /&gt;nothing but his own bright green eye reflected back at him. Then he placed the fragment&lt;br /&gt;on top of that morning's Daily prophet, which lay unread on the bed, and attempted to&lt;br /&gt;stem the sudden upsurge of bitter memories, the stabs of regret and of longing the&lt;br /&gt;discovery of the broken mirror had occasioned, by attacking the rest of the rubbish in the&lt;br /&gt;trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It took another hour to empty it completely, throw away the useless items, and&lt;br /&gt;sort the remainder in piles according to whether or not he would need them from now on.&lt;br /&gt;His school and Quidditch robes, cauldron, parchment, quills, and most of his textbooks&lt;br /&gt;were piled in a corner, to be left behind. He wondered what his aunt and uncle would do&lt;br /&gt;with them; burn them in the dead of night, probably, as if they were evidence of some&lt;br /&gt;dreadful crime. His Muggle clothing, Invisibility Cloak, potion-making kit, certain books,&lt;br /&gt;the photograph album Hagrid had once given him, a stack of letters, and his wand had&lt;br /&gt;been repacked into an old rucksack. In a front pocket were the Marauder's Map and the&lt;br /&gt;locket with the note signed R.A.B. inside it. The locket was accorded this place of honor&lt;br /&gt;not because it was valuable – in all usual senses it was worthless – but because of what it&lt;br /&gt;had cost to attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This left a sizable stack of newspapers sitting on his desk beside his snowy owl,&lt;br /&gt;Hedwig: one for each of the days Harry had spent at Privet Drive this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He got up off the floor, stretched, and moved across to his desk. Hedwig made no&lt;br /&gt;movement as he began to flick through newspapers, throwing them into the rubbish pile&lt;br /&gt;one by one. The owl was asleep or else faking; she was angry with Harry about the&lt;br /&gt;limited amount of time she was allowed out of her cage at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As he neared the bottom of the pile of newspapers, Harry slowed down, searching&lt;br /&gt;for one particular issue that he knew had arrived shortly after he had returned to Privet&lt;br /&gt;Drive for the summer; he remembered that there had been a small mention on the front&lt;br /&gt;about the resignation of Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts. At&lt;br /&gt;last he found it. Turning to page ten, he sank into his desk chair and reread the article he&lt;br /&gt;had been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALBUS DUMBLEDORE REMEMBERED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By Elphias Doge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Albus Dumbledore at the age of eleven, on our first day at Hogwarts. Our&lt;br /&gt;mutual attraction was undoubtedly due to the fact that we both felt ourselves to be&lt;br /&gt;outsiders. I had contracted dragon pox shortly before arriving at school, and while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was no longer contagious, my pock-marked visage and greenish hue did not&lt;br /&gt;encourage many to approach me. For his part, Albus had arrived at Hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;under the burden of unwanted notoriety. Scarcely a year previously, his father,&lt;br /&gt;Percival, had been convicted of a savage and well-publicized attack upon three&lt;br /&gt;young Muggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albus never attempted to deny that his father (who was to die in Azkaban) had&lt;br /&gt;committed this crime; on the contrary, when I plucked up courage to ask him, he&lt;br /&gt;assured me that he knew his father to be guilty. Beyond that, Dumbledore refused&lt;br /&gt;to speak of the sad business, though many attempted to make him do so. Some,&lt;br /&gt;indeed, were disposed to praise his father's action and assumed that Albus too was&lt;br /&gt;a Muggle-hater. They could not have been more mistaken: As anybody who knew&lt;br /&gt;Albus would attest, he never revealed the remotest anti-Muggle tendency. Indeed,&lt;br /&gt;his determined support for Muggle rights gained him many enemies in subsequent&lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of months, however, Albus's own fame had begun to eclipse that&lt;br /&gt;of his father. By the end of his first year he would never again be known as the&lt;br /&gt;son of a Muggle-hater, but as nothing more or less than the most brilliant student&lt;br /&gt;ever seen at the school. Those of us who were privileged to be his friends&lt;br /&gt;benefited from his example, not to mention his help and encouragement, with&lt;br /&gt;which he was always generous. He confessed to me later in life that he knew even&lt;br /&gt;then that his greatest pleasure lay in teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He not only won every prize of note that the school offered, he was soon in&lt;br /&gt;regular correspondence with the most notable magical names of the day, including&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Flamel, the celebrated alchemist; Bathilda Bagshot, the noted historian;&lt;br /&gt;and Adalbert Waffling, the magical theoretician. Several of his papers found their&lt;br /&gt;way into learned publications such as Transfiguration Today, Challenges in&lt;br /&gt;Charming, and The Practical Potioneer. Dumbledore's future career seemed&lt;br /&gt;likely to be meteoric, and the only question that remained was when he would&lt;br /&gt;become Minister of Magic. Though it was often predicted in later years that he&lt;br /&gt;was on the point of taking the job, however, he never had Ministerial ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years after we had started at Hogwarts, Albus's brother, Aberforth,&lt;br /&gt;arrived at school. They were not alike: Aberforth was never bookish and, unlike&lt;br /&gt;Albus, preferred to settle arguments by dueling rather than through reasoned&lt;br /&gt;discussion. However, it is quite wrong to suggest, as some have, that the brothers&lt;br /&gt;were not friends. They rubbed along as comfortably as two such different boys&lt;br /&gt;could do. In fairness to Aberforth, it must be admitted that living in Albus's&lt;br /&gt;shadow cannot have been an altogether comfortable experience. Being continually&lt;br /&gt;outshone was an occupational hazard of being his friend and cannot have been&lt;br /&gt;any more pleasurable as a brother. When Albus and I left Hogwarts we intended&lt;br /&gt;to take the then-traditional tour of the world together, visiting and observing&lt;br /&gt;foreign wizards, before pursuing our separate careers. However, tragedy&lt;br /&gt;intervened. On the very eve of our trip, Albus's mother, Kendra, died, leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albus the head, and sole breadwinner, of the family. I postponed my departure&lt;br /&gt;long enough to pay my respects at Kendra's funeral, then left for what was now to&lt;br /&gt;be a solitary journey. With a younger brother and sister to care for, and little gold&lt;br /&gt;left to them, there could no longer be any question of Albus accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the period of our lives when we had least contact. I wrote to Albus,&lt;br /&gt;describing, perhaps insensitively, the wonders of my journey, from narrow&lt;br /&gt;escapes from chimaeras in Greece to the experiments of the Egyptian alchemists.&lt;br /&gt;His letters told me little of his day-to-day life, which I guessed to be frustratingly&lt;br /&gt;dull for such a brilliant wizard. Immersed in my own experiences, it was with&lt;br /&gt;horror that I heard, toward the end of my year's travels, that another tragedy had&lt;br /&gt;struck the Dumbledores: the death of his sister, Ariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Ariana had been in poor health for a long time, the blow, coming so&lt;br /&gt;soon after the loss of their mother, had a profound effect on both of her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;All those closest to Albus – and I count myself one of that lucky number – agree&lt;br /&gt;that Ariana's death, and Albus's feeling of personal responsibility for it (though, of&lt;br /&gt;course, he was guiltless), left their mark upon him forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home to find a young man who had experienced a much older&lt;br /&gt;person's suffering. Albus was more reserved than before, and much less light-&lt;br /&gt;hearted. To add to his misery, the loss of Ariana had led, not to a renewed&lt;br /&gt;closeness between Albus and Aberforth, but to an estrangement. (In time this&lt;br /&gt;would lift – in later years they reestablished, if not a close relationship, then&lt;br /&gt;certainly a cordial one.) However, he rarely spoke of his parents or of Ariana from&lt;br /&gt;then on, and his friends learned not to mention them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other quills will describe the triumphs of the following years. Dumbledore's&lt;br /&gt;innumerable contributions to the store of Wizarding knowledge, including his&lt;br /&gt;discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, will benefit generations to come,&lt;br /&gt;as will the wisdom he displayed in the many judgments while Chief Warlock of&lt;br /&gt;the Wizengamot. They say, still, that no Wizarding duel ever matched that&lt;br /&gt;between Dumbledore and Grindelwald in 1945. Those who witnessed it have&lt;br /&gt;written of the terror and the awe they felt as they watched these two extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;wizards to battle. Dumbledore's triumph, and its consequences for the Wizarding&lt;br /&gt;world, are considered a turning point in magical history to match the introduction&lt;br /&gt;of the International Statute of Secrecy or the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-&lt;br /&gt;Named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albus Dumbledore was never proud or vain; he could find something to value&lt;br /&gt;in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched, and I believe that his&lt;br /&gt;early losses endowed him with great humanity and sympathy. I shall miss his&lt;br /&gt;friendship more than I can say, but my loss is nothing compared to the Wizarding&lt;br /&gt;world's. That he was the most inspiring and best loved of all Hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;headmasters cannot be in question. He died as he lived: working always for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greater good and, to his last hour, as willing to stretch out a hand to a small boy&lt;br /&gt;with dragon pox as he was on the day I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry finished reading, but continued to gaze at the picture accompanying the&lt;br /&gt;obituary. Dumbledore was wearing his familiar, kindly smile, but as he peered over the&lt;br /&gt;top of his half-moon spectacles, he gave the impression, even in newsprint, of X-raying&lt;br /&gt;Harry, whose sadness mingled with a sense of humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had thought he knew Dumbledore quite well, but ever since reading this&lt;br /&gt;obituary he had been forced to recognize that he had barely known him at all. Never once&lt;br /&gt;had he imagined Dumbledore's childhood or youth; it was as though he had sprung into&lt;br /&gt;being as Harry had known him, venerable and silver-haired and old. The idea of a&lt;br /&gt;teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a&lt;br /&gt;friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had never thought to ask Dumbledore about his past. No doubt it would have&lt;br /&gt;felt strange, impertinent even, but after all it had been common knowledge that&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore had taken part in that legendary duel with Grindelwald, and Harry had not&lt;br /&gt;thought to ask Dumbledore what that had been like, nor about any of his other famous&lt;br /&gt;achievements. No, they had always discussed Harry, Harry's past, Harry's future, Harry's&lt;br /&gt;plans… and it seemed to Harry now, despite the fact that his future was so dangerous and&lt;br /&gt;so uncertain, that he had missed irreplaceable opportunities when he had failed to ask&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore more about himself, even though the only personal question he had ever&lt;br /&gt;asked his headmaster was also the only one he suspected that Dumbledore had not&lt;br /&gt;answered honestly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What do you see when you look in the mirror?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After several minutes' thought, Harry tore the obituary out of the Prophet, folded&lt;br /&gt;it carefully, and tucked it inside the first volume of Practical Defensive Magic and its&lt;br /&gt;Use against the Dark Arts. Then he threw the rest of the newspaper onto the rubbish pile&lt;br /&gt;and turned to face the room. It was much tidier. The only things left out of place were&lt;br /&gt;today's Daily Prophet, still lying on the bed, and on top of it, the piece of broken mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry moved across the room, slid the mirror fragment off today's Prophet, and&lt;br /&gt;unfolded the newspaper. He had merely glanced at the headline when he had taken the&lt;br /&gt;rolled-up paper from the delivery owl early that morning and thrown it aside, after noting&lt;br /&gt;that it said nothing about Voldemort. Harry was sure that the Ministry was leaning on the&lt;br /&gt;Prophet to suppress news about Voldemort. It was only now, therefore, that he saw what&lt;br /&gt;he had missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the bottom half of the front page a smaller headline was set over a picture&lt;br /&gt;of Dumbledore striding along, looking harried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DUMBLEDORE – THE TRUTH AT LAST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming next week, the shocking story of the flawed genius considered by many&lt;br /&gt;to be the greatest wizard of his generation. Striping away the popular image of&lt;br /&gt;serene, silver-bearded wisdom, Rita Skeeter reveals the disturbed childhood, the&lt;br /&gt;lawless youth, the life-long feuds, and the guilty secrets that Dumbledore carried&lt;br /&gt;to his grave, WHY was the man tipped to be the Minister of Magic content to&lt;br /&gt;remain a mere headmaster? WHAT was the real purpose of the secret&lt;br /&gt;organization known as the Order of the Phoenix? HOW did Dumbledore really&lt;br /&gt;meet his end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The answers to these and many more questions are explored in the&lt;br /&gt;explosive new biography, The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, by Rita Skeeter,&lt;br /&gt;exclusively interviewed by Berry Braithwaite, page 13, inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry ripped open the paper and found page thirteen. The article was topped with&lt;br /&gt;a picture showing another familiar face: a woman wearing jeweled glasses with&lt;br /&gt;elaborately curled blonde hair, her teeth bared in what was clearly supposed to be a&lt;br /&gt;winning smile, wiggling her fingers up at him. Doing his best to ignore this nauseating&lt;br /&gt;image, Harry read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In person, Rita Skeeter is much warmer and softer than her famously&lt;br /&gt;ferocious quill-portraits might suggest. Greeting me in the hallway of her cozy&lt;br /&gt;home, she leads me straight into the kitchen for a cup of tea, a slice of pound cake&lt;br /&gt;and, it goes without saying, a steaming vat of freshest gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, of course, Dumbledore is a biographer's dream," says Skeeter. "Such a&lt;br /&gt;long, full life. I'm sure my book will be the first of very, very many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter was certainly quick off the mark. Her nine-hundred-page book was&lt;br /&gt;completed in a mere four weeks after Dumbledore's mysterious death in June. I&lt;br /&gt;ask her how she managed this superfast feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, when you've been a journalist as long as I have, working to a deadline is&lt;br /&gt;second nature. I knew that the Wizarding world was clamoring for the full story&lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to be the first to meet that need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention the recent, widely publicized remarks of Elphias Doge, Special&lt;br /&gt;Advisor to the Wizengamot and longstanding friend of Albus Dumbledore's, that&lt;br /&gt;"Skeeter's book contains less fact than a Chocolate Frog card."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter throws back her head and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling Dodgy! I remember interviewing him a few years back about&lt;br /&gt;merpeople rights, bless him. Completely gaga, seemed to think we were sitting at&lt;br /&gt;the bottom of Lake Windermere, kept telling me to watch out for trout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet Elphias Doge's accusations of inaccuracy have been echoed in many&lt;br /&gt;places. Does Skeeter really feel that four short weeks have been enough to gain a&lt;br /&gt;full picture of Dumbledore's long and extraordinary life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my dear," beams Skeeter, rapping me affectionately across the knuckles,&lt;br /&gt;"you know as well as I do how much information can be generated by a fat bag of&lt;br /&gt;Galleons, a refusal to hear the word 'no,' and a nice sharp Quick-Quotes Quill!&lt;br /&gt;People were queuing to dish the dirt on Dumbledore anyway. Not everyone&lt;br /&gt;thought he was so wonderful, you know – he trod on an awful lot of important&lt;br /&gt;toes. But old Dodgy Doge can get off his high hippogriff, because I've had access&lt;br /&gt;to a source most journalists would swap their wands for, one who has never&lt;br /&gt;spoken in public before and who was close to Dumbledore during the most&lt;br /&gt;turbulent and disturbing phase of his youth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advance publicity for Skeeter's biography has certainly suggested that&lt;br /&gt;there will be shocks in store for those who believe Dumbledore to have led a&lt;br /&gt;blameless life. What were the biggest surprises she uncovered, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, come off it. Betty, I'm not giving away all the highlights before&lt;br /&gt;anybody's bought the book!" laughs Skeeter. "But I can promise that anybody&lt;br /&gt;who still thinks Dumbledore was white as his beard is in for a rude awakening!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that nobody hearing him rage against You-Know-Who would have&lt;br /&gt;dreamed that he dabbled in the Dark Arts himself in his youth! And for a wizard&lt;br /&gt;who spent his later years pleading for tolerance, he wasn't exactly broad-minded&lt;br /&gt;when he was younger! Yes, Albus Dumbledore had an extremely murky past, not&lt;br /&gt;to mention that very fishy family, which he worked so hard to keep hushed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask whether Skeeter is referring to Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth, whose&lt;br /&gt;conviction by the Wizengamot for misuse of magic caused a minor scandal fifteen&lt;br /&gt;years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Aberforth is just the tip of the dung heap,” laughs Skeeter. "No, no, I'm&lt;br /&gt;talking about much worse than a brother with a fondness for fiddling about with&lt;br /&gt;goats, worse even than the Muggle-maiming father – Dumbledore couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;either of them quiet anyway, they were both charged by the Wizengamot. No, it's&lt;br /&gt;the mother and the sister that intrigued me, and a little digging uncovered a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive nest of nastiness – but, as I say, you'll have to wait for chapters nine to&lt;br /&gt;twelve for full details. All I can say now is, it's no wonder Dumbledore never&lt;br /&gt;talked about how his nose got broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family skeletons notwithstanding, does Skeeter deny the brilliance that led to&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore's many magical discoveries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He had brains," she concedes, "although many now question whether he&lt;br /&gt;could really take full credit for all of his supposed achievements. As I reveal in&lt;br /&gt;chapter sixteen, Ivor Dillonsby claims he had already discovered eight uses of&lt;br /&gt;dragon's blood when Dumbledore 'borrowed' his papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the importance of some of Dumbledore's achievements cannot, I venture,&lt;br /&gt;be denied. What of his famous defeat of Grindelwald?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, now, I'm glad you mentioned Grindelwald," says Skeeter with such a&lt;br /&gt;tantalizing smile. "I'm afraid those who go dewy-eyed over Dumbledore's&lt;br /&gt;spectacular victory must brace themselves for a bombshell – or perhaps a&lt;br /&gt;Dungbomb. Very dirty business indeed. All I'll say is, don't be so sure that there&lt;br /&gt;really was a spectacular duel of legend. After they've read my book, people may&lt;br /&gt;be forced to conclude that Grindelwald simply conjured a white handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;from the end of his wand and came quietly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter refuses to give any more away on this intriguing subject, so we turn&lt;br /&gt;instead to the relationship that will undoubtedly fascinate her readers more than&lt;br /&gt;any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes," says Skeeter, nodding briskly, "I devote an entire chapter to the&lt;br /&gt;whole Potter-Dumbledore relationship. It's been called unhealthy, even sinister.&lt;br /&gt;Again, your readers will have to buy my book for the whole story, but there is no&lt;br /&gt;question that Dumbledore took an unnatural interest in Potter from the word go.&lt;br /&gt;Whether that was really in the boy's best interests – well, we'll see. It's certainly&lt;br /&gt;an open secret that Potter has had a most troubled adolescence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask whether Skeeter is still in touch with Harry Potter, whom she so&lt;br /&gt;famously interviewed last year: a breakthrough piece in which Potter spoke&lt;br /&gt;exclusively of his conviction that You-Know-Who had returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes, we've developed a closer bond," says Skeeter. "Poor Potter has few&lt;br /&gt;real friends, and we met at one of the most testing moments of his life – the&lt;br /&gt;Triwizard Tournament. I am probably one of the only people alive who can say&lt;br /&gt;that they know the real Harry Potter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us neatly to the many rumors still circulating about Dumbledore's&lt;br /&gt;final hours. Does Skeeter believe that Potter was there when Dumbledore died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't want to say too much – it's all in the book – but eyewitnesses&lt;br /&gt;inside Hogwarts castle saw Potter running away from the scene moments after&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore fell, jumped, or was pushed. Potter later gave evidence against&lt;br /&gt;Severus Snape, a man against whom he has a notorious grudge. Is everything as it&lt;br /&gt;seems? That is for the Wizarding community to decide – once they've read my&lt;br /&gt;book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that intriguing note, I take my leave. There can be no doubt that Skeeter&lt;br /&gt;has quilled an instant bestseller. Dumbledore's legion of admirers, meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;may well be trembling at what is soon to emerge about their hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry reached the bottom of the article, but continued to stare blankly at the page.&lt;br /&gt;Revulsion and fury rose in him like vomit; he balled up the newspaper and threw it, with&lt;br /&gt;all his force, at the wall, where it joined the rest of the rubbish heaped around his&lt;br /&gt;overflowing bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He began to stride blindly around the room, opening empty drawers and picking&lt;br /&gt;up books only to replace them on the same piles, barely conscious of what he was doing,&lt;br /&gt;as random phrases from Rita's article echoed in his head: An entire chapter to the whole&lt;br /&gt;Potter-Dumbledore relationship ... It's been called unhealthy, even sinister ... He dabbled&lt;br /&gt;in the Dark Arts himself in his youth ... I've had access to a source most journalists would&lt;br /&gt;swap their wands for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Lies!" Harry bellowed, and through the window he saw the next-door neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;who had paused to restart his lawn mower, look up nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry sat down hard on the bed. The broken bit of mirror danced away from him;&lt;br /&gt;he picked it up and turned it over in his fingers, thinking, thinking of Dumbledore and the&lt;br /&gt;lies with which Rita Skeeter was defaming him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A flash of brightest blue. Harry froze, his cut finger slipping on the jagged edge of&lt;br /&gt;the mirror again. He had imagined it, he must have done. He glanced over his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;but the wall was a sickly peach color of Aunt Petunia's choosing: There was nothing blue&lt;br /&gt;there for the mirror to reflect. He peered into the mirror fragment again, and saw nothing&lt;br /&gt;but his own bright green eye looking back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had imagined it, there was no other explanation; imagined it, because he had&lt;br /&gt;been thinking of his dead headmaster. If anything was certain, it was that the bright blue&lt;br /&gt;eyes of Albus Dumbledore would never pierce him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dursleys Departing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the front door slamming echoed up the stairs and a voice roared,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! You!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years of being addressed thus left Harry in no doubt when his uncle was&lt;br /&gt;calling, nevertheless, he did not immediately respond. He was still at the narrow fragment&lt;br /&gt;in which, for a split second, he had thought he saw Dumbledore’s eye. It was not until his&lt;br /&gt;uncle bellowed, “BOY!” that Harry got slowly out of bed and headed for the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;door, pausing to add the piece of broken mirror to the rucksack filled with things he&lt;br /&gt;would be taking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You took you time!” roared Vernon Dursley when Harry appeared at the top of&lt;br /&gt;the stairs, “Get down here. I want a word!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry strolled downstairs, his hands deep in his pants pockets. When he searched&lt;br /&gt;the living room he found all three Dursleys. They were dressed for packing; Uncle&lt;br /&gt;Vernon in an old ripped-up jacket and Dudley, Harry’s, large, blond, muscular cousin, in&lt;br /&gt;his leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes?” asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sit down!” said Uncle Vernon. Harry raised his eyebrows. “Please!” added&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Vernon, wincing slightly as though the word was sharp in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry sat. He though he knew what was coming. His uncle began to pace up and down,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Petunia and Dudley, following his movement with anxious expressions. Finally, his&lt;br /&gt;large purple face crumpled with concentration. Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry&lt;br /&gt;and spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I've changed my mind,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a surprise," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you take that tone—" began Aunt Petunia in a shrill voice, but Vernon&lt;br /&gt;Dursley waved her down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all a lot of claptrap,” said Uncle Vernon, glaring at Harry with piggy little&lt;br /&gt;eyes. "I've decided I don't believe a word of it. We’re staying put, we’re not going&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry looked up at his uncle and felt a mixture of exasperation and amusement.&lt;br /&gt;Vernon Dursley had been changing his mind every twenty four hours for the past four&lt;br /&gt;weeks, packing and unpacking and repacking the car with every change of heart. Harry’s&lt;br /&gt;favorite moment had been the one when Uncle Vernon, unaware the Dudley had added&lt;br /&gt;his dumbbells to his case since the last time it been repacked, had attempted to hoist it&lt;br /&gt;back into the boot and collapsed with a yelp of pain and much swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“According to you,” Vernon Dursley said, now resuming his pacing up and down&lt;br /&gt;the living room, “we – Petunia, Dudley, and I – are in danger. From – from –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some of ‘my lot’ right?” said Harry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I don’t believe it,” repeated Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt in front of&lt;br /&gt;Harry again. "I was awake half the night thinking it all over, and I believe it's a plot to get&lt;br /&gt;the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The house?" repeated Harry. "What house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "This house!" shrieked Uncle Vernon, the vein his forehead starting to pulse.&lt;br /&gt;"Our house! House prices are skyrocketing around here! You want us out of the way and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you're going to do a bit of hocus pocus and before we know it the deeds will be in&lt;br /&gt;your name and –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are you out of your mind?" demanded Harry. "A plot to get this house? Are you&lt;br /&gt;actually as stupid as you look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Don't you dare --!" squealed Aunt Petunia, but again Vernon waved her&lt;br /&gt;down. Slights on his personal appearance were it seemed as nothing to the danger he had&lt;br /&gt;spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Just in case you've forgotten," said Harry, "I've already got a house my godfather&lt;br /&gt;left me one. So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was silence. Harry thought he had rather impressed his uncle with this&lt;br /&gt;argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You claim," said Uncle Vernon, starting to pace yet again, "that this Lord Thing&lt;br /&gt;–"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "—Voldemort," said Harry impatiently, "and we've been through this about a&lt;br /&gt;hundred times already. This isn't a claim, it's fact. Dumbledore told you last year, and&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley and Mr. Weasley –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon Dursley hunched his shoulders angrily, and Harry guessed that his uncle&lt;br /&gt;was attempting to ward off recollections of the unannounced visit, a few days into Harry's&lt;br /&gt;summer holidays, of two fully grown wizards. The arrival on the doorstep of Kingsley&lt;br /&gt;Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley had come as a most unpleasant shock to the Dursleys.&lt;br /&gt;Harry had to admit, however that as Mr. Weasley had once demolished half of the living&lt;br /&gt;room, his reappearance could not have been expected to delight Uncle Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "—Kingsley and Mr. Weasley explained it all as well," Harry pressed on&lt;br /&gt;remorselessly, "Once I'm seventeen, the protective charm that keeps me safe will break,&lt;br /&gt;and that exposes you as well as me. The Order is sure Voldemort will target you,&lt;br /&gt;whether to torture you to try and find out where I am, or because he thinks by holding&lt;br /&gt;you hostage I'd come and try to rescue you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uncle Vernon's and Harry's eyes met. Harry was sure that in that instant they were&lt;br /&gt;both wondering the same thing. Then Uncle Vernon walked on and Harry resumed,&lt;br /&gt;"You've got to go into hiding and the Order wants to help. You're being offered serious&lt;br /&gt;protection, the best there is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uncle Vernon said nothing but continued to pace up and down. Outside the sun&lt;br /&gt;hung low over the privet hedges. The next door neighbor's lawn mower stalled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I thought there was a Ministry of Magic?" asked Vernon Dursley abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "There is," said Harry, surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then, why can't they protect us? It seems to me that, as innocent victims, guilty of&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than harboring a marked man, we ought to qualify for government&lt;br /&gt;protection!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry laughed; he could not help himself. It was so very typical of his uncle to put&lt;br /&gt;his hopes in the establishment, even within this world that he despised and mistrusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said," Harry replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We think the Ministry has been infiltrated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uncle Vernon strode back to the fireplace and back breathing so strongly that his&lt;br /&gt;great black mustache rippled his face still purple with concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right," he said. Stopping in front of Harry get again. "All right, let's say for&lt;br /&gt;the sake of argument we accept this protection. I still don't see why we can't have that&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley bloke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry managed not to roll his eyes, but with difficulty. This question had also&lt;br /&gt;been addressed half a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "As I've told you," he said through gritted teeth, "Kingsley is protecting the Mug&lt;br /&gt;– I mean, your Prime Minister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Exactly – he's the best!" said Uncle Vernon, pointing at the blank television&lt;br /&gt;screen. The Dursleys had spotted Kingsley on the news, walking along the Muggle Prime&lt;br /&gt;Minister as he visited a hospital. This, and the fact that Kingsley had mastered the knack&lt;br /&gt;of dressing like a Muggle, not to mention a certain reassuring something in his slow, deep&lt;br /&gt;voice, had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not&lt;br /&gt;done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with&lt;br /&gt;earring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, he's taken,” said Harry. "But Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle are more&lt;br /&gt;than up to the job –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "If we'd even seen CVs…" began Uncle Vernon, but Harry lost patience. Getting&lt;br /&gt;to his feet, he advanced on his uncle, not pointing at the TV set himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "These accidents aren't accidents – the crashed and explosions and derailments&lt;br /&gt;and whatever else has happened since we last watched the news. People are disappearing&lt;br /&gt;and dying and he's behind it – Voldemort. I've told you this over and over again, he kills&lt;br /&gt;Muggles for fun. Even the fogs – they're caused by dementors, and if you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;what they are, ask your son!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dudley's hands jerked upward to tower his mouth. With his parents' and Harry's&lt;br /&gt;eyes upon him, he slowly lowered them again and asked, "There are… more of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More?" laughed Harry. "More than the two that attacked us, you mean? Of course there&lt;br /&gt;are hundreds, maybe thousands by this time, seeing as they feed off fear and despair—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right, all right blustered," blustered Vernon Dursley. "You've made your&lt;br /&gt;point –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope so," said Harry, "because once I'm seventeen, all of them – Death Eaters,&lt;br /&gt;elementors, maybe even Inferi – which means dead bodies enchanted by a Dark wizard –&lt;br /&gt;will be able to find you and will certainly attack you. And if you remember the last time&lt;br /&gt;you tried to outrun wizards, I think you'll agree you need help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a&lt;br /&gt;wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years. Aunt Petunia&lt;br /&gt;was looking at Uncle Vernon; Dudley was staring at Harry. Finally Uncle Vernon&lt;br /&gt;blurted out, "But what about my work? What about Dudley's school? I don't suppose&lt;br /&gt;those things matter to a bunch of layabout wizards –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you understand?" shouted Harry. "They will torture and kill you like they&lt;br /&gt;did my parents!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad," said Dudley in a loud voice, "Dad – I'm going with these Order people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dudley," said Harry, "for the first time in your life, you're talking sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew the battle was won. If Dudley was frightened enough to accept the Order's help,&lt;br /&gt;his parents would accompany him. There could be no question of being separated from&lt;br /&gt;their Duddykins. Harry glanced at the carriage clock on the mantelpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They'll be here in about five minutes, he said, and when one of the Dursleys&lt;br /&gt;replied, he left the room. The prospect of parting—probably forever – from his aunt,&lt;br /&gt;uncle, and cousin was one that he was able to contemplate quite cheerfully but there was&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless a certain awkwardness in the air. What did you say to one another at the end&lt;br /&gt;of sixteen years' solid dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in his bedroom, Harry fiddled aimlessly with his rucksack then poked a&lt;br /&gt;couple of owl nuts through the bats of Hedwig's cage. They fell with dull thuds to the&lt;br /&gt;bottom where she ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're leaving soon, really soon," Harry told her. "And then you'll be able to fly&lt;br /&gt;again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang. Harry hesitated, then headed back out of his room and&lt;br /&gt;downstairs. It was too much to expect Hestia and Dedalus to cope with the Dursleys on&lt;br /&gt;their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry Potter!" squeaked an excited voice, the moment Harry had opened the&lt;br /&gt;door; a small man in a mauve top hat that was sweeping him a deep bow. "An honor as&lt;br /&gt;ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Dedalus," said Harry, bestowing a small and embarrassed smile upon&lt;br /&gt;the dark haired Hestia. "It's really good of you to do this… They're through here, my aunt&lt;br /&gt;and uncle and cousin…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day to you, Harry Potter's relatives!" said Dedalus happily striding into the&lt;br /&gt;living room. The Dursleys did not look at all happy to be addressed thus; Harry half&lt;br /&gt;expected another change of mind. Dudley shrank neared to his mother at the sight of the&lt;br /&gt;witch and wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you are packed and ready. Excellent! The plan, as Harry has told you, is a&lt;br /&gt;simple one," said Dedalus, pulling an immense pocket watch out of his waistcoat and&lt;br /&gt;examining it. "We shall be leaving before Harry does. Due to the danger of using magic&lt;br /&gt;in your house –Harry being still underage it could provide the Ministry with an excuse to&lt;br /&gt;arrest him – we shall be driving, say, ten miles or so before Disapparating to the safe&lt;br /&gt;location we have picked out for you. You know how to drive, I take it?" He asked Uncle&lt;br /&gt;Vernon politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know how to –? Of course I ruddy well know how to drive!" spluttered Uncle&lt;br /&gt;Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very clever of you, sir, very clever. I personally would be utterly bamboozled by&lt;br /&gt;all those buttons and knobs," said Dedalus. He was clearly under the impression that he&lt;br /&gt;was flattering Vernon Dursley, who was visibly losing confidence in the plan with every&lt;br /&gt;word Dedalus spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't even drive," he muttered under his breath, his mustache rippling&lt;br /&gt;indignantly, but fortunately neither Dedalus nor Hestia seemed to hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, Harry," Dedalus continued, "will wait here for your guard. There has been&lt;br /&gt;a little change in the arrangements –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What d'you mean?" said Harry at once. "I thought Mad-Eye was going to come&lt;br /&gt;and take me by Side Along-Apparition?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't do it," said Hestia tersely, "Mad-Eye will explain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dursleys, who had listened to all of this with looks of utter incomprehension&lt;br /&gt;on their faces, jumped as a loud voice screeched, "Hurry up!" Harry looked all around the&lt;br /&gt;room before realizing the voice had issued from Dedalus's pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quite right, were operating to a very tight schedule," said Dedalus nodding at his&lt;br /&gt;watch and tucking it back into his waist coat. "We are attempting to time your departure&lt;br /&gt;from the house with your family's Disapparition, Harry thus the charm breaks the&lt;br /&gt;moment you all head for safety." He turned to the Dursleys, "Well, are we all packed and&lt;br /&gt;ready to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them answered him. Uncle Vernon was still staring appalled at the bulge&lt;br /&gt;in Dedalus's waistcoat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps we should wait outside in the hall, Dedalus," murmured Hestia. She&lt;br /&gt;clearly felt that it would be tactless for them to remain the room while Harry and the&lt;br /&gt;Dursleys exchanged loving, possibly tearful farewells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need," Harry muttered, but Uncle Vernon made any further&lt;br /&gt;explanation unnecessary by saying loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is good-bye then boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swung his right arm upward to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment&lt;br /&gt;seemed unable to face it, and merely closed his fist and began swinging it backward and&lt;br /&gt;forward like a metronome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ready, Duddy?" asked Petunia, fussily checking the clasp of her handbag so as&lt;br /&gt;to avoid looking at Harry altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dudley did not answer but stood there with his mouth slightly ajar, reminding&lt;br /&gt;Harry a little of the giant, Grawp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Come along, then," said Uncle Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had already reached the living room door when Dudley mumbled, "I don't&lt;br /&gt;understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What don't you understand, popkin?" asked Petunia looking up at her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley raised a large, hamlike hand to point at Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't he coming with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia froze when they stood staring at Dudley as&lt;br /&gt;though he had just expressed a desire to become a ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said Uncle Vernon loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't he coming too?" asked Dudley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he—doesn't want to," said Uncle Vernon, turning to glare at Harry and&lt;br /&gt;adding, "You don't want to, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not in the slightest," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There you are," Uncle Vernon told Dudley. "Now come on we're off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He marched out of the room. They heard the front door open, but Dudley did not&lt;br /&gt;move and after a few faltering steps Aunt Petunia stopped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What now?" barked Uncle Vernon, reappearing in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that Dudley was struggling with concepts too difficult to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;After several moments of apparently painful internal struggle he said, "But where's he&lt;br /&gt;going to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other. It was clear that Dudley&lt;br /&gt;was frightening them. Hestia Jones broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But… surely you know where your nephew is going?" she asked looking&lt;br /&gt;bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly we know," said Vernon Dursley. "He's off with some of your lot, isn't&lt;br /&gt;he? Right, Dudley, let's get in the car, you heard the man, we're in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Vernon Dursley marched as far as the front door, but Dudley did not&lt;br /&gt;follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Off with some of our lot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hestia looked outraged. Harry had met this attitude before Witches and wizards&lt;br /&gt;seemed stunned that his closed living relatives took so little interest in the famous Harry&lt;br /&gt;Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's fine," Harry assured her. "It doesn't matter, honestly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't matter?" repeated Hestia, her voice rising considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't these people realize what you've been through? What danger you are in?&lt;br /&gt;The unique position you hold in the hearts of the anti Voldemort movement?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Er –no, they don't," said Harry. "They think I'm a waste of space, actually but I'm&lt;br /&gt;used to –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I don't think you're a waste of space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If Harry had not seen Dudley's lips move, he might not have believed it. As it was,&lt;br /&gt;he stared at Dudley for several seconds before accepting that it must have been his cousin&lt;br /&gt;who had spoken; for one thing, Dudley had turned red. Harry was embarrassed and&lt;br /&gt;astonished himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well... er… thanks, Dudley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Again, Dudley appeared to grapple with thoughts too unwieldy for expression&lt;br /&gt;before mumbling, "You saved my life,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Not really," said Harry. "It was your soul the dementor would have taken…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked curiously at his cousin. They had had virtually no contact during this&lt;br /&gt;summer or last, as Harry had come back to Privet Drive so briefly and kept to his room so&lt;br /&gt;much. It now dawned on Harry, however, that the cup of cold tea on which he had&lt;br /&gt;trodden that morning might not have been a booby trap at all. Although rather touched he&lt;br /&gt;was nevertheless quite relieved that Dudley appeared to have exhausted his ability to&lt;br /&gt;express his feelings. After opening his mouth once or twice more, Dudley subsided into&lt;br /&gt;scarlet-faced silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Petunia burst into tears. Hestia Jones gave her an approving look that&lt;br /&gt;changed to outrage as Aunt Petunia ran forward and embraced Dudley rather than Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S-so sweet, Dudders…" she sobbed into his massive chest. "S-such a lovely b-boy… s-&lt;br /&gt;saying thank you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But he hasn't said thank you at all!" said Hestia indignantly. "He only said he&lt;br /&gt;didn't think Harry was a waste of space!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea but coming from Dudley that's like 'I love you,'" said Harry, torn between&lt;br /&gt;annoyance and a desire to laugh as Aunt Petunia continued to clutch at Dudley as if he&lt;br /&gt;had just saved Harry from a burning building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going or not?" roared Uncle Vernon, reappearing yet again at the living&lt;br /&gt;room door. "I thought we were on a tight schedule!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes –yes, we are," said Dedalus Diggle, who had been watching these exchanged&lt;br /&gt;with an air of bemusement and now seemed to pull himself together. "We really must be&lt;br /&gt;off. Harry –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tripped forward and wrung Harry's hand with both of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"—good luck. I hope we meet again. The hopes of the Wizarding world rest upon&lt;br /&gt;your shoulders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," said Harry, "right. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Farwell, Harry," said Hestia also clasping his hand. "Our thoughts go with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope everything's okay," said Harry with a glance toward Aunt Petunia and&lt;br /&gt;Dudley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'm sure we shall end up the best of chums," said Diggle slightly, waving his&lt;br /&gt;hat as he left the room. Hestia followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley gently released himself from his mother's clutches and walked toward&lt;br /&gt;Harry who had to repress an urge to threaten him with magic. Then Dudley held out his&lt;br /&gt;large, pink hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blimey, Dudley," said Harry over Aunt Petunia's renewed sobs, "did the&lt;br /&gt;dementors blow a different personality into you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno," muttered Dudley, "See you, Harry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea …" said Harry, raking Dudley's hand and shaking it. "Maybe. Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Big D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley nearly smiled. They lumbered from the room. Harry heard his heavy&lt;br /&gt;footfalls on the graveled drive, and then a car door slammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Petunia whose face had been buried in her handkerchief looked around at&lt;br /&gt;the sound. She did not seem to have expected to find herself alone with Harry. Hastily&lt;br /&gt;stowing her wet handkerchief into her pocket, she said, "Well – good-bye" and marched&lt;br /&gt;towards the door without looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good-bye" said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped and looked back. For a moment Harry had the strangest feeling that&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to say something to him; She gave him an odd, tremulous look and seemed to&lt;br /&gt;teeter on the edge of speech, but then, with a little of her head, she hustled out of the&lt;br /&gt;room after he husband and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven Potters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry ran back upstairs to his bedroom, arriving at the window just in time to see&lt;br /&gt;the Dursleys' car swinging out of the drive and off up the road. Dedalus’s top hat was&lt;br /&gt;visible between Aunt Petunia and Dudley in the backseat. The car turned right at the end&lt;br /&gt;of Privet Drive, its windows burned scarlet for a moment in the now setting sun, and then&lt;br /&gt;it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry picked up Hedwig’s cage, his Firebolt, and his rucksack, gave his&lt;br /&gt;unnaturally tidy bedroom one last sweeping look, and then made his ungainly way back&lt;br /&gt;downstairs to the hall, where he deposited cage, broomstick, and bag near the foot of the&lt;br /&gt;stairs. The light was fading rapidly, the hall full of shadows in the evening light. It felt&lt;br /&gt;most strange to stand here in the silence and know that he was about to leave the house&lt;br /&gt;for the last time. Long ago, when he had been left alone while the Dursleys went out to&lt;br /&gt;enjoy themselves, the hours of solitude had been a rare treat. Pausing only to sneak&lt;br /&gt;something tasty from the fridge, he had rushed upstairs to play on Dudley’s computer, or&lt;br /&gt;put on the television and flicked through the channels to his heart’s content. It gave him&lt;br /&gt;an odd, empty feeling remembering those times; it was like remembering a younger&lt;br /&gt;brother whom he had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you want to take a last look at the place?” he asked Hedwig, who was still&lt;br /&gt;sulking with her head under her wing. “We’ll never be here again. Don’t you want to&lt;br /&gt;remember all the good times? I mean, look at this doormat. What memories … Dudley&lt;br /&gt;sobbed on it after I saved him from the dementors … Turns out he was grateful after all,&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? … And last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door … “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry lost the thread of his thoughts for a moment and Hedwig did nothing to&lt;br /&gt;help him retrieve it, but continued to sit with her head under her wing. Harry turned his&lt;br /&gt;back on the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And under here, Hedwig” – Harry pulled open a door under the stairs – “is where&lt;br /&gt;I used to sleep! You never knew me then – Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten … “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas remembering how he&lt;br /&gt;used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more&lt;br /&gt;often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had&lt;br /&gt;known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died&lt;br /&gt;or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember&lt;br /&gt;the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes&lt;br /&gt;of green light and once – Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had&lt;br /&gt;recounted it – a flying motorbike …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a sudden, deafening roar from somewhere nearby. Harry straightened&lt;br /&gt;up with a jerk and smacked the top of his head on the low door frame. Pausing only to&lt;br /&gt;employ a few of Uncle Vernon’s choicest swear words, he staggered back into the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen, clutching his head and staring out of the window into the back garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The darkness seemed to be rippling, the air itself quivering. Then, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;figures began to pop into sight as their Disillusionment Charms lifted. Dominating the&lt;br /&gt;scene was Hagrid, wearing a helmet and goggles and sitting astride an enormous&lt;br /&gt;motorbike with a black sidecar attached. All around him other people were dismounting&lt;br /&gt;from brooms and, in two cases, skeletal, black winged horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wrenching open the back door, Harry hurtled into their midst. There was a&lt;br /&gt;general cry of greeting as Hermione flung her arms around him, Ron clapped him on the&lt;br /&gt;back, and Hagrid said, “All righ’, Harry? Ready fer the off?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Definitely,” said Harry, beaming around at them all. “But I wasn’t expecting this&lt;br /&gt;many of you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Change of plan,” growled Mad-Eye, who was holding two enormous bulging&lt;br /&gt;sacks, and whose magical eye was spinning from darkening sky to house to garden with&lt;br /&gt;dizzying rapidity. “Let’s get undercover before we talk you through it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry led them all back into the kitchen where, laughing and chattering, they&lt;br /&gt;settled on chairs, sat themselves upon Aunt Petunia’s gleaming work surfaces, or leaned&lt;br /&gt;up against her spotless appliances; Ron, long and lanky; Hermione, her bushy hair tied&lt;br /&gt;back in a long plait; Fred and George, grinning identically; Bill, badly scarred and long-&lt;br /&gt;haired; Mr. Weasley, kind-faced, balding, his spectacles a little awry; Mad-Eye, battle-&lt;br /&gt;worn, one-legged, his bright blue magical eye whizzing in its socket; Tonks, whose short&lt;br /&gt;hair was her favorite shade of bright pink; Lupin, grayer, more lined; Fleur, slender and&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, with her long silvery blonde hair; Kingsley, bald and broad-shouldered; Hagrid,&lt;br /&gt;with his wild hair and beard, standing hunchbacked to avoid hitting his head on the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling; and Mundungus Fletcher, small, dirty, and hangdog, with his droopy beady&lt;br /&gt;hound’s eyes and matted hair. Harry’s heart seemed to expand and glow at the sight: He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt incredibly fond of all of them, even Mundungus, whom he had tried to strangle the&lt;br /&gt;last time they had met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?” he&lt;br /&gt;called across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He can get along without me for one night,” said Kingsley, “You’re more&lt;br /&gt;important.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Harry, guess what?” said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine,&lt;br /&gt;and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glistened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You got married?” Harry yelped, looking from her to Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry you couldn’t be there, Harry, it was very quiet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s brilliant, congrat –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “All right, all right, we’ll have time for a cozy catch-up later,” roared Moody over&lt;br /&gt;the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet and&lt;br /&gt;turned to Harry. “As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius&lt;br /&gt;Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He’s made it an imprisonable&lt;br /&gt;offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or&lt;br /&gt;out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother’s charm does that already. What he’s really&lt;br /&gt;done is to stop you getting out of here safely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Second problem: You’re underage, which means you’ve still got the Trace on&lt;br /&gt;you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don’t –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Trace, the Trace!” said Mad-Eye impatiently. “The charm that detects&lt;br /&gt;magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out about underage&lt;br /&gt;magic! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is&lt;br /&gt;going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We can’t wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen&lt;br /&gt;you’ll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short, Pius Thicknesse thinks he’s&lt;br /&gt;got you cornered good and proper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry could not help but agree with the unknown Thicknesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So what are we going to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We’re going to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the Trace&lt;br /&gt;can’t detect, because we don’t need to cast spells to use them: brooms, thestrals, and&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid’s motorbike.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry could see flaws in this plan; however, he held his tongue to give Mad-Eye&lt;br /&gt;the chance to address them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Now, your mother’s charm will only break under two conditions: when you&lt;br /&gt;come of age, or” – Moody gestured around the pristine kitchen – “you no longer call this&lt;br /&gt;place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the&lt;br /&gt;full understanding that you’re never going to live together again, correct?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So this time, when you leave, there’ll be no going back, and the charm will break&lt;br /&gt;the moment you get outside its range. We’re choosing to break it early, because the&lt;br /&gt;alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn&lt;br /&gt;seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The one thing we’ve got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn’t know we’re&lt;br /&gt;moving you tonight. We’ve leaked a fake trail to the Ministry: They think you’re not&lt;br /&gt;leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we’re dealing with, so we&lt;br /&gt;can’t rely on him getting the date wrong; he’s bound to have a couple of Death Eaters&lt;br /&gt;patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case. So, we’ve given a dozen different&lt;br /&gt;houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place&lt;br /&gt;we’re going to hide you, they’ve all got some connection with the Order: my house,&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley’s place, Molly’s Auntie Muriel’s – you get the idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah,” said Harry, not entirely truthfully, because he could still spot a gaping&lt;br /&gt;hole in the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’ll be going to Tonks’s parents. Once you’re within the boundaries of the&lt;br /&gt;protective enchantments we’ve put on their house you’ll be able to use a Portkey to the&lt;br /&gt;Burrow. Any questions?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Er – yes,” said Harry. “Maybe they won’t know which of the twelve secure&lt;br /&gt;houses I’m heading for at first, but won’t it be sort of obvious once” – he performed a&lt;br /&gt;quick headcount – “fourteen of us fly off toward Tonks’s parents?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah,” said Moody, “I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won’t be&lt;br /&gt;flying to Tonks’s parents. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies&lt;br /&gt;tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of what looked like mud.&lt;br /&gt;There was no need for him to say another word; Harry understood the rest of the plan&lt;br /&gt;immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No!” he said loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. “No way!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I told them you’d take it like this,” said Hermione with a hint of complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives -- !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “—because it’s the first time for all of us,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “This is different, pretending to be me –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,” said Fred earnestly. “Imagine if&lt;br /&gt;something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry did not smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, you need me to give you some hair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, that’s the plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there’s no chance at&lt;br /&gt;all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who’s not allowed to use magic; we’ve&lt;br /&gt;got no chance,” said Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Funny,” said Harry, “really amusing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If it has to come to force, then it will,” growled Moody, his magical eye now&lt;br /&gt;quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. “Everyone here’s overage, Potter, and&lt;br /&gt;they’re all prepared to take the risk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glance&lt;br /&gt;at him out of the side of Moody’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s have no more arguments. Time’s wearing on. I want a few of your hairs,&lt;br /&gt;boy, now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But this is mad, there’s no need –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No need!” snarled Moody. “With You-Know-Who out there and half the&lt;br /&gt;Ministry on his side? Potter, if we’re lucky he’ll have swallowed the fake bait and he’ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he’d be mad not to have a Death Eater or&lt;br /&gt;two keeping an eye out, it’s what I’d do. They might not be able to get at you or this&lt;br /&gt;house while your mother’s charm holds, but it’s about to break and they know the rough&lt;br /&gt;position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can’t split&lt;br /&gt;himself into seven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry caught Hermione’s eye and looked away at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So, Potter – some of your hair, if you please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry glanced at Ron, who grimaced at him in a just-do-it sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Now!” barked Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With all of their eyes upon him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed&lt;br /&gt;a hank of hair, and pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good,” said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of&lt;br /&gt;potion. “Straight in here, if you please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry dropped the hair into the mudlike liquid. The moment it made contact with&lt;br /&gt;its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright&lt;br /&gt;gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione,&lt;br /&gt;before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly, and saying, “Oh, you&lt;br /&gt;know what I mean – Goyle’s potion tasted like bogies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please,” said Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up in front of Aunt Petunia’s&lt;br /&gt;gleaming sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We’re one short,” said Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Here,” said Hagrid gruffly, and he lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck&lt;br /&gt;and dropped him down beside Fleur, who wrinkled her nose pointedly and moved along&lt;br /&gt;to stand between Fred and George instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m a soldier, I’d sooner be a protector,” said Mundungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Shut it,” growled Moody. “As I’ve already told you, you spineless worm, any&lt;br /&gt;Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It’ll be the protectors&lt;br /&gt;who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters’ll want to kill them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mundungus did not look particularly reassured, but Moody was already pulling&lt;br /&gt;half a dozen eggcup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out, before&lt;br /&gt;pouring a little Polyjuice Potion into each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Altogether, then … “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur, and Mundungus drank. All of them gasped&lt;br /&gt;and grimaced as the potion hit their throats; At once, their features began to bubble and&lt;br /&gt;distort like hot wax. Hermione and Mundungus were shooting upward; Ron, Fred, and&lt;br /&gt;George were shrinking; their hair was darkening, Hermione’s and Fleur’s appearing to&lt;br /&gt;shoot backward into their skulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moody, quite unconcerned, was now loosening the ties of the large sacks he had&lt;br /&gt;brought with him. When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping&lt;br /&gt;and panting in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow – we’re identical!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I dunno, though, I think I’m still better-looking,” said Fred, examining his&lt;br /&gt;reflection in the kettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bah,” said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, “Bill, don’t look at me&lt;br /&gt;– I’m ‘ideous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I’ve got smaller here,” said Moody,&lt;br /&gt;indicating the first sack, “and vice versa. Don’t forget the glasses, there’s six pairs in the&lt;br /&gt;side pocket. And when you’re dressed, there’s luggage in the other sack.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The real Harry thought that this might just be the most bizarre thing he had ever&lt;br /&gt;seen, and he had seen some extremely odd things. He watched as his six doppelgangers&lt;br /&gt;rummaged in the sacks, pulling out sets of clothes, putting on glasses, stuffing their own&lt;br /&gt;things away. He felt like asking them to show a little more respect for privacy as they all&lt;br /&gt;began stripping off with impunity, clearly more at ease with displaying his body than&lt;br /&gt;they would have been with their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo,” said Ron, looking down at his bare&lt;br /&gt;chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Harry, your eyesight really is awful,” said Hermione, as she put on glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once dressed, the fake Harrys took rucksacks and owl cages, each containing a&lt;br /&gt;stuffed snowy owl, from the second sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good,” said Moody, as at last seven dressed, bespectacled, and luggage-laden&lt;br /&gt;Harrys faced him. “The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me,&lt;br /&gt;by broom –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why’m I with you?” grunted the Harry nearest the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Because you’re the one that needs watching,” growled Moody, and sure enough,&lt;br /&gt;his magical eye did not waver from Mundungus as he continued, “Arthur and Fred –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m George,” said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. “Can’t you even tell&lt;br /&gt;us apart when we’re Harry?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sorry, George –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Enough messing around!” snarled Moody. “The other one – George or Fred or&lt;br /&gt;whoever you are – you’re with Remus. Miss Delacour –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m taking Fleur on a thestral,” said Bill. “She’s not that fond of brooms.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a soppy, slavish look that&lt;br /&gt;Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hermione looked reassured as she answered Kingsley’s smile; Harry knew that&lt;br /&gt;Hermione too lacked confidence on a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Which leaves you and me, Ron!” said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug tree&lt;br /&gt;as she waved at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron did not look quite as pleased as Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “An’ you’re with me, Harry. That all righ’?” said Hagrid, looking a little anxious.&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll be on the bike, brooms an’ thestrals can’t take me weight, see. Not a lot o’ room&lt;br /&gt;on the seat with me on it, though, so you’ll be in the sidecar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s great,” said Harry, not altogether truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom,” said Moody, who&lt;br /&gt;seemed to guess how Harry was feeling. “Snape’s had plenty of time to tell them&lt;br /&gt;everything about you he’s never mentioned before, so if we do run into any Death Eaters,&lt;br /&gt;we’re betting they’ll choose one of the Potters who looks at home on a broomstick. All&lt;br /&gt;right then,” he went on, tying up the sack with the fake Potters’ clothes in it and leading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way back to the door, “I make it three minutes until we’re supposed to leave. No&lt;br /&gt;point locking the back door, it won’t keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking.&lt;br /&gt;Come on …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry hurried to gather his rucksack, Firebolt, and Hedwig’s cage and followed&lt;br /&gt;the group to the dark back garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On every side broomsticks were leaping into hands; Hermione had already been&lt;br /&gt;helped up onto a great black thestral by Kingsley, Fleur onto the other by Bill. Hagrid&lt;br /&gt;was standing ready beside the motorbike, goggles on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Is this it? Is this Sirius’s bike?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The very same,” said Hagrid, beaming down at Harry. “An’ the last time yeh&lt;br /&gt;was on it, Harry, I could fit yeh in one hand!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry could not help but feel a little humiliated as he got into the sidecar. It&lt;br /&gt;placed him several feet below everybody else: Ron smirked at the sight of him sitting&lt;br /&gt;there like a child in a bumper car. Harry stuffed his rucksack and broomstick down by his&lt;br /&gt;feet and rammed Hedwig’s cage between his knees. He was extremely uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Arthur’s done a bit o’ tinkerin’,” said Hagrid, quite oblivious to Harry’s&lt;br /&gt;discomfort. He settled himself astride the motorcycle, which creaked slightly and sank&lt;br /&gt;inches into the ground. “It’s got a few tricks up its sleeves now. Tha’ one was my idea.”&lt;br /&gt;He pointed a thick finger at a purple button near the speedometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please be careful, Hagrid." said Mr. Weasley, who was standing beside them,&lt;br /&gt;holding his broomstick. "I'm still not sure that was advisable and it's certainly only to be&lt;br /&gt;used in emergencies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right, then." said Moody. "Everyone ready, please. I want us all to leave at&lt;br /&gt;exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody motioned their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold tight now, Ron," said Tonks, and Harry saw Ron throw a forcing, guilty look at&lt;br /&gt;Lupin before placing his hands on each side of her waist. Hagrid kicked the motorbike&lt;br /&gt;into life: It roared like a dragon, and the sidecar began to vibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good luck, everyone,” shouted Moody. “See you all in about an hour at the&lt;br /&gt;Burrow. On the count of three. One … two .. THREE.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a great roar from the motorbike, and Harry felt the sidecar give a nasty&lt;br /&gt;lurch. He was rising through the air fast, his eyes watering slightly, hair whipped back off&lt;br /&gt;his face. Around him brooms were soaring upward too; the long black tail of a thestral&lt;br /&gt;flicked past. His legs, jammed into the sidecar by Hedwig’s cage and his rucksack, were&lt;br /&gt;already sore and starting to go numb. So great was his discomfort that he almost forgot to&lt;br /&gt;take a last glimpse of number four Privet Drive. By the time he looked over the edge of&lt;br /&gt;the sidecar he could no longer tell which one it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, out of nowhere, out of nothing, they were surrounded. At least thirty&lt;br /&gt;hooded figures, suspended in midair, formed a vast circle in the middle of which the&lt;br /&gt;Order members had risen, oblivious –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screams, a blaze of green light on every side: Hagrid gave a yell and the&lt;br /&gt;motorbike rolled over. Harry lost any sense of where they were. Streetlights above him,&lt;br /&gt;yells around him, he was clinging to the sidecar for dear life. Hedwig's cage, the Firebolt,&lt;br /&gt;and his rucksack slipped from beneath his knees –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No – HELP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broomstick spun too, but he just managed to seize the strap of his rucksack&lt;br /&gt;and the top of the cage as the motorbike swung the right way up again. A second's relief,&lt;br /&gt;and then another burst of green light. The owl screeched and fell to the floor of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No – NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorbike zoomed forward; Harry glimpsed hooded Death Eaters scattering&lt;br /&gt;as Hagrid blasted through their circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hedwig – Hedwig –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage. He could&lt;br /&gt;not take it in, and his terror for the others was paramount. He glanced over his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and saw a mass of people moving, flares of green light, two pairs of people on brooms&lt;br /&gt;soaring off into the distance, but he could not tell who they were –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid, we've got to go back, we've got to go back!" he yelled over the&lt;br /&gt;thunderous roar of the engine, pulling out his wand, ramming Hedwig's cage into the&lt;br /&gt;floor, refusing to believe that she was dead. "Hagrid, TURN AROUND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My job's ter get you there safe, Harry!" bellow Hagrid, and he opened the throttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop – STOP!" Harry shouted, but as he looked back again two jets of green light flew&lt;br /&gt;past his left ear: Four Death Eaters had broken away from the circle and were pursuing&lt;br /&gt;them, aiming for Hagrid's broad back. Hagrid swerved, but the Death Eaters were&lt;br /&gt;keeping up with the bike; more curses shot after them, and Harry had to sink low into the&lt;br /&gt;sidecar to avoid them. Wriggling around he cried, "Stupefy!" and a red bolt of light shot&lt;br /&gt;from his own wand, cleaving a gap between the four pursuing Death Eaters as they&lt;br /&gt;scattered to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on, Harry, this'll do for 'em!" roared Hagrid, and Harry looked up just in&lt;br /&gt;time to see Hagrid slamming a thick finger into a green button near the fuel gauge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wall, a solid black wall, erupted out of the exhaust pipe. Craning his neck, Harry saw it&lt;br /&gt;expand into being in midair. Three of the Death Eaters swerved and avoided it, but the&lt;br /&gt;fourth was not so lucky; He vanished from view and then dropped like a boulder from&lt;br /&gt;behind it, his broomstick broken into pieces. One of his fellows slowed up to save him,&lt;br /&gt;but they and the airborne wall were swallowed by darkness as Hagrid leaned low over the&lt;br /&gt;handlebars and sped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Killing Curses flew past Harry's head from the two remaining Death Eaters'&lt;br /&gt;wands; they were aiming for Hagrid. Harry responded with further Stunning Spells: Red&lt;br /&gt;and green collided in midair in a shower of multicolored sparks, and Harry thought&lt;br /&gt;wildly of fireworks, and the Muggles below who would have no idea what was&lt;br /&gt;happening –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we go again, Harry, hold on!" yelled Hagrid, and he jabbed at a second&lt;br /&gt;button. This time a great net burst from the bike's exhaust, but the Death Eaters were&lt;br /&gt;ready for it. Not only did they swerve to avoid it, but the companion who had slowed to&lt;br /&gt;save their unconscious friend had caught up. He bloomed suddenly out of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and now three of them were pursuing the motorbike, all shooting curses after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This'll do it, Harry, hold on tight!" yelled Hagrid, and Harry saw him slam his&lt;br /&gt;whole hand onto the purple button beside the speedometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an unmistakable bellowing roar, dragon fire burst from the exhaust, white-&lt;br /&gt;hot and blue, and the motorbike shot forward like a bullet with a sound of wrenching&lt;br /&gt;metal. Harry saw the Death Eaters swerve out of sight to avoid the deadly trail of flame,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time felt the sidecar sway ominously: Its metal connections to the bike&lt;br /&gt;had splintered with the force of acceleration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all righ', Harry!" bellowed Hagrid, now thrown flat onto the back by the&lt;br /&gt;surge of speed; nobody was steering now, and the sidecar was starting to twist violently&lt;br /&gt;in the bike's slipstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on it, Harry, don' worry!" Hagrid yelled, and from inside his jacket pocket he&lt;br /&gt;pulled his flowery pink umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid! No! Let me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REPARO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a deafening bang and the sidecar broke away from the bike completely.&lt;br /&gt;Harry sped forward, propelled by the impetus of the bike's flight, then the sidecar began&lt;br /&gt;to lose height –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperation Harry pointed his wand at the sidecar and shouted, "Wingardium&lt;br /&gt;Leviosa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sidecar rose like a cork, unsteerable but at least still airborne. He had but a&lt;br /&gt;split second's relief, however, as more curses streaked past him: The three Death Eaters&lt;br /&gt;were closing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm comin', Harry!" Hagrid yelled from out of the darkness, but Harry could feel&lt;br /&gt;the sidecar beginning to sink again: Crouching as low as he could, he pointed at the&lt;br /&gt;middle of the oncoming figures and yelled, "Impedimenta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jinx hit the middle Death Eater in the chest; For a moment the man was&lt;br /&gt;absurdly spread-eagled in midair as though he had hit an invisible barrier: One of his&lt;br /&gt;fellows almost collided with him –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sidecar began to fall in earnest, and the remaining Death Eater shot a&lt;br /&gt;curse so close to Harry that he had to duck below the rim of the car, knocking out a tooth&lt;br /&gt;on the edge of his seat –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm comin', Harry, I'm comin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge hand seized the back of Harry's robes and hoisted him out of the&lt;br /&gt;plummeting sidecar; Harry pulled his rucksack with him as he dragged himself onto the&lt;br /&gt;motorbike's seat and found himself back-to-back with Hagrid. As they soared upward,&lt;br /&gt;away from the two remaining Death Eaters, Harry spat blood out of his mouth, pointed&lt;br /&gt;his wand at the falling sidecar, and yelled, "Confringo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew a dreadful, gut-wrenching pang for Hedwig as it exploded; the Death&lt;br /&gt;Eater nearest it was blasted off his broom and fell from sight; his companion fell back&lt;br /&gt;and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," moaned Hagrid, "I shouldn'ta tried ter repair it&lt;br /&gt;meself – yeh've got no room –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a problem, just keep flying!" Harry shouted back, as two more Death&lt;br /&gt;Eaters emerged out of the darkness, drawing closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the curses came shooting across the intervening space again, Hagrid swerved&lt;br /&gt;and zigzagged: Harry knew that Hagrid did not dare use the dragon-fire button again,&lt;br /&gt;with Harry seated so insecurely. Harry sent Stunning Spell after Stunning Spell back at&lt;br /&gt;their pursuers, barely holding them off. He shot another blocking jinx at them: The&lt;br /&gt;closest Death Eater swerved to avoid it and his hood slipped, and by the red light of his&lt;br /&gt;next Stunning Spell, Harry saw the strangely blank face of Stanley Shunpike – Stan –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's him, it's him, it's the real one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hooded Death Eater's shout reached Harry even above the thunder of the&lt;br /&gt;motorbike's engine: Next moment, both pursuers had fallen back and disappeared from&lt;br /&gt;view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry, what's happened?" bellowed Hagrid. "Where've they gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Harry was afraid: The hooded Death Eater had shouted, "It's the real one!";&lt;br /&gt;how had he known? He gazed around at the apparently empty darkness and felt its&lt;br /&gt;menace. Where were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clambered around on the seat to face forward and seized hold of the back of&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid's jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid, do the dragon-fire thing again, let's get out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on tight, then, Harry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a deafening, screeching roar again and the white-blue fire shot from the&lt;br /&gt;exhaust: Harry felt himself slipping backwards off what little of the seat he had. Hagrid&lt;br /&gt;flung backward upon him, barely maintaining his grip on the handlebars –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we've lost 'em Harry, I think we've done it!" yelled Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Harry was not convinced; Fear lapped at him as he looked left and right for&lt;br /&gt;pursuers he was sure would come. . . . Why had they fallen back? One of them had still&lt;br /&gt;had a wand. . . . It's him. . . it's the real one. . . . They had said it right after he had tried to&lt;br /&gt;Disarm Stan. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're nearly there, Harry, we've nearly made it!" shouted Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry felt the bike drop a little, though the lights down on the ground still seemed&lt;br /&gt;remote as stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scar on his forehead burned like fire: as a Death Eater appeared on either&lt;br /&gt;side of the bike, two Killing Curses missed Harry by millimeters, cast from behind –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Harry saw him. Voldemort was flying like smoke on the wind, without&lt;br /&gt;broomstick or thestral to hold him, his snake-like face gleaming out of the blackness, his&lt;br /&gt;white fingers raising his wand again –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid let out a bellow of fear and steered the motorbike into a vertical dive.&lt;br /&gt;Clinging on for dear life, Harry sent Stunning Spells flying at random into the whirling&lt;br /&gt;night. He saw a body fly past him and knew he had hit one of them, but then he heard a&lt;br /&gt;bang and saw sparks from the engine; the motorbike spiraled through the air, completely&lt;br /&gt;out of control –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green jets of light shot past them again. Harry had no idea which way was up,&lt;br /&gt;which down: His scar was still burning; he expected to die at any second. A hooded&lt;br /&gt;figure on a broomstick was feet from him, he saw it raise its arm –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a shout of fury Hagrid launched himself off the bike at the Death Eater; to&lt;br /&gt;his horror, Harry saw both Hagrid and the Death Eater, falling out of sight, their&lt;br /&gt;combined weight too much for the broomstick –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely gripping the plummeting bike with his knees, Harry heard Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;scream, "Mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was over: He could not see or hear where Voldemort was; he glimpsed another&lt;br /&gt;Death Eater swooping out of the way and heard, "Avada –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pain from Harry's scar forced his eyes shut, his wand acted of its own&lt;br /&gt;accord. He felt it drag his hand around like some great magnet, saw a spurt of golden fire&lt;br /&gt;through his half-closed eyelids, heard a crack and a scream of fury. The remaining Death&lt;br /&gt;Eater yelled; Voldemort screamed, "NO!" Somehow, Harry found his nose an inch from&lt;br /&gt;the dragon-fire button. He punched it with his wand-free hand and the bike shot more&lt;br /&gt;flames into the air, hurtling straight toward the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid!" Harry called, holding on to the bike for dear life. "Hagrid – Accio&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorbike sped up, sucked towards the earth. Face level with the handlebars,&lt;br /&gt;Harry could see nothing but distant lights growing nearer and nearer: He was going to&lt;br /&gt;crash and there was nothing he could do about it. Behind him came another scream,&lt;br /&gt;"Your wand, Selwyn, give me your wand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt Voldemort before he saw him. Looking sideways, he stared into the red&lt;br /&gt;eyes and was sure they would be the last thing he ever saw: Voldemort preparing to curse&lt;br /&gt;him once more –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Voldemort vanished. Harry looked down and saw Hagrid spread-eagled&lt;br /&gt;on the ground below him. He pulled hard at the handlebars to avoid hitting him, groped&lt;br /&gt;for the brake, but with an earsplitting, ground trembling crash, he smashed into a muddy&lt;br /&gt;pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry struggled to raise himself out of the debris of metal and leather that&lt;br /&gt;surrounded him; his hands sank into inches of muddy water as he tried to stand. He could&lt;br /&gt;not understand where Voldemort had gone and expected him to swoop out of the&lt;br /&gt;darkness at any moment. Something hot and wet was trickling down his chin and from&lt;br /&gt;his forehead. He crawled out of the pond and stumbled toward the great dark mass on the&lt;br /&gt;ground that was Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hagrid? Hagrid, talk to me –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the dark mass did not stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Who's there? Is it Potter? Are you Harry Potter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry did not recognize the man's voice. Then a woman shouted. "They've&lt;br /&gt;crashed. Ted! Crashed in the garden!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry's head was swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hagrid," he repeated stupidly, and his knees buckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back on what felt like cushions, with&lt;br /&gt;a burning sensation in his ribs and right arm. His missing tooth had been regrown. The&lt;br /&gt;scar on his forehead was still throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hagrid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on a sofa in an unfamiliar, lamplit&lt;br /&gt;sitting room. His rucksack lay on the floor a short distance away, wet and muddy. A fair-&lt;br /&gt;haired, big-bellied man was watching Harry anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid's fine, son," said the man, "the wife's seeing to him now. How are you&lt;br /&gt;feeling? Anything else broken? I've fixed your ribs, your tooth, and your arm. I'm Ted, by&lt;br /&gt;the way, Ted Tonks – Dora's father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry sat up too quickly. Lights popped in front of his eyes and he felt sick and&lt;br /&gt;giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Voldemort –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Easy, now," said Ted Tonks, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder and pushing him&lt;br /&gt;back against the cushions. "That was a nasty crash you just had. What happened,&lt;br /&gt;anyway? Something go wrong with the bike? Arthur Weasley overstretch himself again,&lt;br /&gt;him and his Muggle contraptions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No," said Harry, as his scar pulsed like an open wound. "Death Eaters, loads of&lt;br /&gt;them – we were chased –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Death Eaters?" said Ted sharply. "What d'you mean, Death Eaters? I thought&lt;br /&gt;they didn't know you were being moved tonight, I thought –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "They knew," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ted Tonks looked up at the ceiling as though he could see through it to the sky&lt;br /&gt;above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, we know our protective charms hold, then, don't we? They shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;able to get within a hundred yards of the place in any direction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now Harry understood why Voldemort had vanished; it had been at the point&lt;br /&gt;when the motorbike crossed the barrier of the Order's charms. He only hoped they would&lt;br /&gt;continue to work: He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He swung his legs off the sofa; he needed to see Hagrid with his own eyes before&lt;br /&gt;he would believe that he was alive. He had barely stood up, however, when a door&lt;br /&gt;opened and Hagrid squeezed through it, his face covered in mud and blood, limping a&lt;br /&gt;little but miraculously alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Knocking over two delicate tables and an aspidistra, he covered the floor between&lt;br /&gt;them in two strides and pulled Harry into a hug that nearly cracked his newly repaired&lt;br /&gt;ribs. "Blimey, Harry, how did yeh get out o' that? I thought we were both goners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, me too. I can't believe –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry broke off. He had just noticed the woman who had entered the room behind&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You!" he shouted, and he thrust his hand into his pocket, but it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Your wand's here, son," said Ted, tapping it on Harry's arm. "It fell right beside&lt;br /&gt;you, I picked it up…And that's my wife you're shouting at."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh, I'm – I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As she moved forward into the room, Mrs. Tonks's resemblance to her sister&lt;br /&gt;Bellatrix became much less pronounced: Her hair was a light’s oft brown and her eyes&lt;br /&gt;were wider and kinder. Nevertheless, she looked a little haughty after Harry's&lt;br /&gt;exclamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What happened to our daughter?" she asked. "Hagrid said you were ambushed;&lt;br /&gt;where is Nymphadora?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I don't know," said Harry. "We don't know what happened to anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Ted exchanged looks. A mixture of fear and guilt gripped Harry at the&lt;br /&gt;sight of their expressions, if any of the others had died, it was his fault, all his fault. He&lt;br /&gt;had consented to the plan, given them his hair . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The Portkey," he said, remembering all of a sudden. "We've got to get back to&lt;br /&gt;the Burrow and find out – then we'll be able to send you word, or – or Tonks will, once&lt;br /&gt;she's –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Dora'll be ok, 'Dromeda," said Ted. "She knows her stuff, she's been in plenty of&lt;br /&gt;tight spots with the Aurors. The Portkey's through here," he added to Harry. "It's&lt;br /&gt;supposed to leave in three minutes, if you want to take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, we do," said Harry. He seized his rucksack, swung it onto his shoulders. "I&lt;br /&gt;–"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked at Mrs. Tonks, wanting to apologize for the state of fear in which he&lt;br /&gt;left her and for which he felt so terribly responsible, but no words occurred to him that he&lt;br /&gt;did not seem hollow and insincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'll tell Tonks – Dora – to send word, when she . . . Thanks for patching us up,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything, I –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was glad to leave the room and follow Ted Tonks along a short hallway and&lt;br /&gt;into a bedroom. Hagrid came after them, bending low to avoid hitting his head on the&lt;br /&gt;door lintel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "There you go, son. That's the Portkey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr. Tonks was pointing to a small, silver-backed hairbrush lying on the dressing&lt;br /&gt;table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thanks," said Harry, reaching out to place a finger on it, ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wait a moment," said Hagrid, looking around. "Harry, where's Hedwig?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "She . . . she got hit," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The realization crashed over him: He felt ashamed of himself as the tears stung&lt;br /&gt;his eyes. The owl had been his companion, his one great link with the magical world&lt;br /&gt;whenever he had been forced to return to the Dursleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hagrid reached out a great hand and patted him painfully on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Never mind," he said gruffly, "Never mind. She had a great old life –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hagrid!" said Ted Tonks warningly, as the hairbrush glowed bright blue, and&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid only just got his forefinger to it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With a jerk behind the navel as though an invisible hook and line had dragged&lt;br /&gt;him forward, Harry was pulled into nothingness, spinning uncontrollably, his finger glued&lt;br /&gt;to the Portkey as he and Hagrid hurtled away from Mr. Tonks. Second later, Harry's feet&lt;br /&gt;slammed onto hard ground and he fell onto his hands and knees in the yard of the Burrow.&lt;br /&gt;He heard screams. Throwing aside the no longer glowing hairbrush, Harry stood up,&lt;br /&gt;swaying slightly, and saw Mrs. Weasley and Ginny running down the steps by the back&lt;br /&gt;door as Hagrid, who had also collapsed on landing, clambered laboriously to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?" cried&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What d'you mean? Isn't anyone else back?" Harry panted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The answer was clearly etched in Mrs. Weasley's pale face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The Death Eaters were waiting for us," Harry told her, "We were surrounded the&lt;br /&gt;moment we took off – they knew it was tonight – I don't know what happened to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else, four of them chased us, it was all we could do to get away, and then Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;caught up with us –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He could hear the self-justifying note in his voice, the plea for her to understand&lt;br /&gt;why he did not know what had happened to her sons, but –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thank goodness you're all right," she said, pulling him into a hug he did not feel&lt;br /&gt;he deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Haven't go' any brandy, have yeh, Molly?" asked Hagrid a little shakily, "Fer&lt;br /&gt;medicinal purposes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She could have summoned it by magic, but as she hurried back toward the&lt;br /&gt;crooked house, Harry knew that she wanted to hide her face. He turned to Ginny and she&lt;br /&gt;answered his unspoken plea for information at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ron and Tonks should have been back first, but they missed their Portkey, it&lt;br /&gt;came back without them," she said, pointing at a rusty oil can lying on the ground nearby.&lt;br /&gt;"And that one," she pointed at an ancient sneaker, "should have been Dad and Fred's,&lt;br /&gt;they were supposed to be second. You and Hagrid were third and," she checked her&lt;br /&gt;watch, "if they made it, George and Lupin aught to be back in about a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Weasley reappeared carrying a bottle of brandy, which she handed to Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;He uncorked it and drank it straight down in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mum!" shouted Ginny pointing to a spot several feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A blue light had appeared in the darkness: It grew larger and brighter, and Lupin&lt;br /&gt;and George appeared, spinning and then falling. Harry knew immediately that there was&lt;br /&gt;something wrong: Lupin was supporting George, who was unconscious and whose face&lt;br /&gt;was covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry ran forward and seized George's legs. Together, he and Lupin carried&lt;br /&gt;George into the house and through the kitchen to the living room, where they laid him on&lt;br /&gt;the sofa. As the lamplight fell across George's head, Ginny gasped and Harry's stomach&lt;br /&gt;lurched: One of George's ears was missing. The side of his head and neck were drenched&lt;br /&gt;in wet, shockingly scarlet blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No sooner had Mrs. Weasley bent over her son that Lupin grabbed Harry by the&lt;br /&gt;upper arm and dragged him, none too gently, back into the kitchen, where Hagrid was&lt;br /&gt;still attempting to ease his bulk through the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oi!" said Hagrid indignantly, "Le' go of him! Le' go of Harry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office&lt;br /&gt;at Hogwarts?" he said, giving Harry a small shake. "Answer me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A – a grindylow in a tank, wasn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin released Harry and fell back against a kitchen cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wha' was tha' about?" roared Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry, Harry, but I had to check," said Lupin tersely. "We've been betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort knew that you were being moved tonight and the only people who could have&lt;br /&gt;told him were directly involved in the plan. You might have been an impostor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So why aren' you checkin' me?" panted Hagrid, still struggling with the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You're half-giant," said Lupin, looking up at Hagrid. "The Polyjuice Potion is&lt;br /&gt;designed for human use only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "None of the Order would have told Voldemort we were moving tonight," said&lt;br /&gt;Harry. The idea was dreadful to him, he could not believe it of any of them. "Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only caught up with me toward the end, he didn't know which one I was in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;If he'd been in on the plan he'd have known from the start I was the one with Hagrid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Voldemort caught up with you?" said Lupin sharply. "What happened? How did&lt;br /&gt;you escape?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry explained how the Death Eaters pursuing them had seemed to recognize&lt;br /&gt;him as the true Harry, how they had abandoned the chase, how they must have&lt;br /&gt;summoned Voldemort, who had appeared just before he and Hagrid had reached the&lt;br /&gt;sanctuary of Tonks's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "They recognized you? But how? What had you done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I . . ." Harry tried to remember; the whole journey seemed like a blur of panic&lt;br /&gt;and confusion. "I saw Stan Shunpike . . . . You know, the bloke who was the conductor&lt;br /&gt;on the Knight Bus? And I tried to Disarm him instead of – well, he doesn't know what&lt;br /&gt;he's doing, does he? He must be Imperiused!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin looked aghast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry, the time for Disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill&lt;br /&gt;you! At least Stun if you aren't prepared to kill!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We were hundreds of feet up! Stan's not himself, and if I Stunned him and he'd&lt;br /&gt;fallen, he'd have died the same as if I'd used Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus saved me&lt;br /&gt;from Voldemort two years ago," Harry added defiantly. Lupin was reminding him of the&lt;br /&gt;sneering Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith, who had jeered at Harry for wanting to teach&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore's Army how to Disarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, Harry," said Lupin with painful restraint, "and a great number of Death&lt;br /&gt;Eaters witnessed that happening! Forgive me, but it was a very unusual move then, under&lt;br /&gt;the imminent threat of death. Repeating it tonight in front of Death Eaters who either&lt;br /&gt;witnessed or heard about the first occasion was close to suicidal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So you think I should have killed Stan Shunpike?" said Harry angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Of course not," said Lupin, "but the Death Eaters – frankly, most people! –&lt;br /&gt;would have expected you to attack back! Expelliarmus is a useful spell, Harry, but the&lt;br /&gt;Death Eaters seem to think it is your signature move, and I urge you not to let it become&lt;br /&gt;so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin was making Harry feel idiotic, and yet there was still a grain of defiance&lt;br /&gt;inside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there," said Harry, "That's&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort's job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin's retort was lost: Finally succeeding in squeezing through the door, Hagrid&lt;br /&gt;staggered to a chair and sat down; it collapsed beneath him. Ignoring his mingled oaths&lt;br /&gt;and apologies, Harry addressed Lupin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Will George be okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All Lupin's frustration with Harry seemed to drain away at the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I think so, although there's no chance of replacing his ear, not when it's been&lt;br /&gt;cursed off –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a scuffling from outside. Lupin dived for the back door; Harry leapt&lt;br /&gt;over Hagrid's legs and sprinted into the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two figures had appeared in the yard, and as Harry ran toward them he realized&lt;br /&gt;they were Hermione, now returning to her normal appearance, and Kingsley, both&lt;br /&gt;clutching a bent coat hanger, Hermione flung herself into Harry's arms, but Kingsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed no pleasure at the sight of any of them. Over Hermione's shoulder Harry saw him&lt;br /&gt;raise his wand and point it at Lupin's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "'Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him,'" said Lupin calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kingsley turned his wand on Harry, but Lupin said, "It's him, I've checked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "All right, all right!" said Kingsley, stowing his wand back beneath his cloak,&lt;br /&gt;"But somebody betrayed us! They knew, they knew it was tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So it seems," replied Lupin, "but apparently they did not realize that there would&lt;br /&gt;be seven Harrys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Small comfort!" snarled Kingsley. "Who else is back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Only Harry, Hagrid, George, and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hermione stifled a little moan behind her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What happened to you?" Lupin asked Kingsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Followed by five, injured two, might've killed one," Kingsley reeled off, "and we&lt;br /&gt;saw You-Know-Who as well, he joined the chase halfway through but vanished pretty&lt;br /&gt;quickly. Remus, he can –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Fly," supplied Harry. "I saw him too, he came after Hagrid and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So that's why he left, to follow you!" said Kingsley, "I couldn't understand why&lt;br /&gt;he'd vanished. But what made him change targets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry behaved a little too kindly to Stan Shunpike," said Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Stan?" repeated Hermione. "But I thought he was in Azkaban?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kingsley let out a mirthless laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hermione, there's obviously been a mass breakout which the Ministry has&lt;br /&gt;hushed up. Travers's hood fell off when I cursed him, he's supposed to be inside too. But&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you, Remus? Where's George?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "He lost an ear," said Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "lost an -- ?" repeated Hermione in a high voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Snape's work," said Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Snape?" shouted Harry. "You didn't say –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "He lost his hood during the chase. Sectumsempra was always a specialty of&lt;br /&gt;Snape's. I wish I could say I'd paid him back in kind, but it was all I could do to keep&lt;br /&gt;George on the broom after he was injured, he was losing so much blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Silence fell between the four of them as they looked up at the sky. There was no&lt;br /&gt;sign of movement; the stars stared back, unblinking, indifferent, unobscured by flying&lt;br /&gt;friends. Where was Ron? Where were Fred and Mr. Weasley? Where were Bill, Fleur,&lt;br /&gt;Tonks, Mad-Eye, and Mundungus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry, give us a hand!" called Hagrid hoarsely from the door, in which he was&lt;br /&gt;stuck again. Glad of something to do, Harry pulled him free, the headed through the&lt;br /&gt;empty kitchen and back into the sitting room, where Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were still&lt;br /&gt;tending to George. Mrs. Weasley had staunched his bleeding now, and by the lamplight&lt;br /&gt;Harry saw a clean gaping hole where George's ear had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Weasley looked around and said, "I can't make it grow back, not when it's&lt;br /&gt;been removed by Dark Magic. But it could've been so much worse . . . . He's alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah," said Harry. "Thank God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Did I hear someone else in the yard?" Ginny asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hermione and Kingsley," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thank goodness," Ginny whispered. They looked at each other; Harry wanted to&lt;br /&gt;hug her, hold on to her; he did not even care much that Mrs. Weasley was there, but&lt;br /&gt;before he could act on the impulse, there was a great crash from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'll prove who I am, Kingsley, after I've seen my son, now back off if you know&lt;br /&gt;what's good for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry had never heard Mr. Weasley shout like that before. He burst into the living&lt;br /&gt;room, his bald patch gleaming with sweat, his spectacles askew, Fred right behind him,&lt;br /&gt;both pale but uninjured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Arthur!" sobbed Mrs. Weasley. "Oh thank goodness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr. Weasley dropped to his knees beside George. For the first time since Harry&lt;br /&gt;had known him, Fred seemed to be lost for words. He gaped over the back of the sofa at&lt;br /&gt;his twin's wound as if he could not believe what he was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps roused by the sound of Fred and their father's arrival, George stirred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; George's fingers groped for the side of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Saintlike," he murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.&lt;br /&gt;"You see. . . I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Pathetic," he told George. "Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related&lt;br /&gt;humor before you, you go for holey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ah well," said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother. "You'll be able to tell&lt;br /&gt;us apart now, anyway, Mum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hi, Harry – you are Harry, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, I am," said Harry, moving closer to the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, at least we got you back okay," said George. "Why aren't Ron and Bill&lt;br /&gt;huddled round my sickbed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "They're not back yet, George," said Mrs. Weasley. George's grin faded. Harry&lt;br /&gt;glanced at Ginny and motioned to her to accompany him back outside. As they walked&lt;br /&gt;through the kitchen she said in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ron and Tonks should be back by now. They didn't have a long journey; Auntie&lt;br /&gt;Muriel's not that far from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry said nothing. He had been trying to keep fear at bay ever since reaching the&lt;br /&gt;Burrow, but now it enveloped him, seeming to crawl over his skin, throbbing in his chest,&lt;br /&gt;clogging his throat. As they walked down the back steps into the dark yard, Ginny took&lt;br /&gt;his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kingsley was striding backward and forward, glancing up at the sky every time he&lt;br /&gt;turned. Harry was reminded of Uncle Vernon pacing the living room a million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid, Hermione, and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing upward in silence. None&lt;br /&gt;of them looked around when Harry and Ginny joined their silent vigil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minutes stretched into what might as well have been years. The slightest&lt;br /&gt;breath of wind made them all jump and turn toward the whispering bush or tree in the&lt;br /&gt;hope that one of the missing Order members might leap unscathed from its leaves –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then a broom materialized directly above them and streaked toward the&lt;br /&gt;ground –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It's them!" screamed Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tonks landed in a long skid that sent earth and pebbles everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Remus!" Tonks cried as she staggered off the broom into Lupin's arms. His face&lt;br /&gt;was set and white: He seemed unable to speak, Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and&lt;br /&gt;Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You're okay," he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I thought – I thought –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "'M all right," said Ron, patting her on the back. "'M fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, relinquishing her hold on Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you're&lt;br /&gt;aiming at a moving target from a flying broom –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Always the tone of surprise," he said a little grumpily, breaking free. "Are we the&lt;br /&gt;last back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No," said Ginny, "we're still waiting for Bill and Fleur and Mad-Eye and&lt;br /&gt;Mundungus. I'm going to tell Mum and Dad you're okay, Ron –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She ran back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So what kept you? What happened?" Lupin sounded almost angry at Tonks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bellatrix," said Tonks. "She wants me quite as much as she wants Harry, Remus,&lt;br /&gt;She tried very hard to kill me. I just wish I'd got her, I owe Bellatrix. But we definitely&lt;br /&gt;injured Rodolphus . . . . Then we got to Ron's Auntie Muriel's and we missed our Portkey&lt;br /&gt;and she was fussing over us –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A muscle was jumping in Lupin's jaw. He nodded, but seemed unable to say&lt;br /&gt;anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So what happened to you lot?" Tonks asked, turning to Harry, Hermione, and&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They recounted the stories of their own journeys, but all the time the continued&lt;br /&gt;absence of Bill, Fleur, Mad-Eye, and Mundungus seemed to lie upon them like a frost, its&lt;br /&gt;icy bite harder and harder to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm going to have to get back to Downing Street, I should have been there an&lt;br /&gt;hour ago," said Kingsley finally, after a last sweeping gaze at the sky. "Let me know&lt;br /&gt;when they're back,."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin nodded. With a wave to the others, Kingsley walked away into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;toward the gate. Harry thought he heard the faintest pop as Kingsley Disapparated just&lt;br /&gt;beyond the Burrow's boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr. And Mrs. Weasley came racing down the back steps, Ginny behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Both parents hugged Ron before turning to Lupin and Tonks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thank you," said Mrs. Weasley, "for our sons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Don't be silly, Molly," said Tonks at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How's George?" asked Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What's wrong with him?" piped up Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's lost –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the end of Mrs. Weasley's sentence was drowned in a general outcry. A&lt;br /&gt;thestral had just soared into sight and landed a few feet from them. Bill and Fleur slid&lt;br /&gt;from its back, windswept but unhurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bill! Thank God, thank God –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Weasley ran forward, but the hug Bill bestowed upon her was perfunctory.&lt;br /&gt;Looking directly at his father, he said, "Mad-Eye's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nobody spoke, nobody moved. Harry felt as though something inside him was&lt;br /&gt;falling, falling through the earth, leaving him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We saw it," said Bill; Fleur nodded, tear tracks glittering on her cheeks in the&lt;br /&gt;light from the kitchen window. "It happened just after we broke out of the circle: Mad-&lt;br /&gt;Eye and Dung were close by us, they were heading north too. Voldemort – he can fly –&lt;br /&gt;went straight for them. Dung panicked, I heard him cry out, Mad-Eye tried to stop him,&lt;br /&gt;but he Disapparated. Voldemort's curse hit Mad-Eye full in the face, he fell backward off&lt;br /&gt;his broom and – there was nothing we could do, nothing, we had half a dozen of them on&lt;br /&gt;our own tail –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bill's voice broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Of course you couldn't have done anything," said Lupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They all stood looking at each other. Harry could not quite comprehend it. Mad-&lt;br /&gt;Eye dead; it could not be . . . . Mad-Eye, so tough, so brave, the consummate survivor . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At last it seemed to dawn on everyone, though nobody said it, that there was no&lt;br /&gt;point of waiting in the yard anymore, and in silence they followed Mr. And Mrs. Weasley&lt;br /&gt;back into the Burrow, and into the living room, where Fred and George were laughing&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What's wrong?" said Fred, scanning their faces as they entered, "What's&lt;br /&gt;happened? Who's --?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mad-Eye," said Mr. Weasley, "Dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The twins' grins turned to grimaces of shock. Nobody seemed to know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Tonks was crying silently into a handkerchief: She had been close to Mad-Eye, Harry&lt;br /&gt;knew, his favorite and his protégée at the Ministry of Magic. Hagrid, who had sat down&lt;br /&gt;on the floor in the corner where he had most space, was dabbing at his eyes with his&lt;br /&gt;tablecloth-sized handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bill walked over to the sideboard and pulled out a bottle of fire-whisky and some&lt;br /&gt;glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Here," he said, and with a wave of his wand, eh sent twelve full glasses soaring&lt;br /&gt;through the room to each of them, holding the thirteenth aloft. "Mad-Eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mad-Eye," they all said, and drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mad-Eye," echoed Hagrid, a little late, with a hiccup. The firewhisky seared&lt;br /&gt;Harry's throat. It seemed to burn feeling back into him, dispelling the numbness and&lt;br /&gt;sense of unreality firing him with something that was like courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So Mundungus disappeared?" said Lupin, who had drained his own glass in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The atmosphere changed at once. Everybody looked tense, watching Lupin, both&lt;br /&gt;wanting him to go on, it seemed to Harry, and slightly afraid of what they might hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I know what you're thinking," said Bill, "and I wondered that too, on the way&lt;br /&gt;back here, because they seemed to be expecting us, didn't they? But Mundungus can't&lt;br /&gt;have betrayed us. They didn't know there would be seven Harrys, that confused them the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment we appeared, and in case you've forgotten, it was Mundungus who suggested&lt;br /&gt;that little bit of skullduggery. Why wouldn't he have told them the essential point? I think&lt;br /&gt;Dung panicked, it's as simple as that. He didn't want to come in the first place, but Mad-&lt;br /&gt;Eye made him, and You-Know-Who went straight for them. It was enough to make&lt;br /&gt;anyone panic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You-Know-Who acted exactly as Mad-Eye expected him to," sniffed Tonks.&lt;br /&gt;"Mad-Eye said he'd expect the real Harry to be with the toughest, most skilled Aurors. He&lt;br /&gt;chased Mad-Eye first, and when Mundungus gave them away he switched to&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley. . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, and zat eez all very good," snapped Fleur, "but still eet does not explain 'ow&lt;br /&gt;zey know we were moving 'Arry tonight, does eet? Somebody must 'ave been careless.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody let slip ze date to an outsider. It is ze only explanation for zem knowing ze&lt;br /&gt;date but not ze 'ole plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She glared around at them all, tear tracks still etched on her beautiful face, silently&lt;br /&gt;daring any of them to contradict her. Nobody did. The only sound to break the silence&lt;br /&gt;was that of Hagrid hiccupping from behind his handkerchief. Harry glanced at Hagrid,&lt;br /&gt;who had just risked his own life to save Harry's – Hagrid, whom he loved, whom he&lt;br /&gt;trusted, who had once been tricked into giving Voldemort crucial information in&lt;br /&gt;exchange for a dragon's egg. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No," Harry said aloud, and they all looked at him, surprised: The firewhisky&lt;br /&gt;seemed to have amplified his voice. "I mean . . . if somebody made a mistake," Harry&lt;br /&gt;went on, "and let something slip, I know they didn't mean to do it. It's not their fault," he&lt;br /&gt;repeated, again a little louder than he would usually have spoken. "We've got to trust each&lt;br /&gt;other. I trust all of you, I don't think anyone in this room would ever sell me to&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; More silence followed his words. They were all looking at him; Harry felt a little&lt;br /&gt;hot again, and drank some more firewhisky for something to do. As he drank, he thought&lt;br /&gt;of Mad-Eye. Mad-Eye had always been scathing about Dumbledore's willingness to trust&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well said, Harry," said Fred unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Year, 'ear, 'ear," said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose&lt;br /&gt;mouth twitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lupin was wearing an odd expression as he looked at Harry. It was close to&lt;br /&gt;pitying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You think I'm a fool?" demanded Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the&lt;br /&gt;height of dishonor to mistrust his friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry knew what Lupin was getting at: that his father had been betrayed by his&lt;br /&gt;friend Peter Pettigrew. He felt irrationally angry. He wanted to argue, but Lupin had&lt;br /&gt;turned away from him, set down his glass upon a side table, and addressed Bill, "There's&lt;br /&gt;work to do. I can ask Kingsley whether –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No," said Bill at once, "I'll do it, I'll come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Where are you going?" said Tonks and Fleur together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mad-Eye's body," said Lupin. "We need to recover it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Can't it -- ?" began Mrs. Weasley with an appealing look at Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wait?" said Bill, "Not unless you'd rather the Death Eaters took it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody spoke. Lupin and Bill said good bye and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rest of them now dropped into chairs, all except for Harry, who remained&lt;br /&gt;standing. The suddenness and completeness of death was with them like a presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I've got to go too," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ten pairs of startled eyes looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Don't be silly, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, "What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I can't stay here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He rubbed his forehead; it was prickling again, he had not hurt like this for more&lt;br /&gt;than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You're all in danger while I'm here. I don't want –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But don't be so silly!" said Mrs. Weasley. "The whole point of tonight was to get&lt;br /&gt;you here safely, and thank goodness it worked. And Fleur's agreed to get married here&lt;br /&gt;rather than in France, we've arranged everything so that we can all stay together and look&lt;br /&gt;after you –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She did not understand; she was making him feel worse, not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "If Voldemort finds out I'm here –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But why should he?" asked Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "There are a dozen places you might be now, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "He's got&lt;br /&gt;no way of knowing which safe house you're in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It's not me I'm worried for!" said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We know that," said Mr. Weasley quietly, but it would make our efforts tonight&lt;br /&gt;seem rather pointless if you left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yer not goin' anywhere," growled Hagrid. "Blimey, Harry, after all we wen'&lt;br /&gt;through ter get you here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, what about my bleeding ear?" said George, hoisting himself up on his&lt;br /&gt;cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I know that –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mad-Eye wouldn't want –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I KNOW!" Harry bellowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He felt beleaguered and blackmailed: Did they think he did not know what they&lt;br /&gt;had done for him, didn't they understand that it was for precisely that reason that he&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go now, before they had to suffer any more on his behalf? There was a long&lt;br /&gt;and awkward silence in which his scar continued to prickle and throb, and which was&lt;br /&gt;broken at last by Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Where's Hedwig, Harry?" she said coaxingly. "We can put her up with&lt;br /&gt;Pidwidgeon and give her something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His insides clenched like a fist. He could not tell her the truth. He drank the last of&lt;br /&gt;his firewhisky to avoid answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wait till it gets out yeh did it again, Harry," said Hagrid. "Escaped him, fought&lt;br /&gt;him off when he was right on top of yeh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It wasn't me," said Harry flatly. "It was my wand. My wand acted of its own&lt;br /&gt;accord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a few moments, Hermione said gently, "But that's impossible, Harry. You&lt;br /&gt;mean that you did magic without meaning to; you reacted instinctively."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Harry. "The bike was falling, I couldn't have told you where&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand and found him and shot a spell at him, and&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't even a spell I recognized. I've never made gold flames appear before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Often," said Mr. Weasley, "when you're in a pressured situation you can produce&lt;br /&gt;magic you never dreamed of. Small children often find, before they're trained –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It wasn't like that," said Harry through gritted teeth. His scar was burning. He felt&lt;br /&gt;angry and frustrated; he hated the idea that they were all imagining him to have power to&lt;br /&gt;match Voldemort's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No one said anything. He knew that they did not believe him. Now that he came&lt;br /&gt;to think of it, he had never heard of a wand performing magic on its own before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His scar seared with pain, it was all he could do not to moan aloud. Muttering&lt;br /&gt;about fresh air, he set down his glass and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As he crossed the yard, the great skeletal thestral looked up – rustled its enormous&lt;br /&gt;batlike wings, then resumed its grazing. Harry stopped at the gate into the garden, staring&lt;br /&gt;out at its overgrown plants, rubbing his pounding forehead and thinking of Dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dumbledore would have believed him, he knew it. Dumbledore would have&lt;br /&gt;known how and why Harry's wand had acted independently, because Dumbledore always&lt;br /&gt;had the answers; he had known about wands, had explained to Harry the strange&lt;br /&gt;connection that existed between his wand and Voldemort's . . . . But Dumbledore, like&lt;br /&gt;Mad-Eye, like Sirius, like his parents, like his poor owl, all were gone where Harry could&lt;br /&gt;never talk to them again. He felt a burning in his throat that had nothing to do with&lt;br /&gt;firewhisky. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then, out of nowhere, the pain in his scar peaked. As he clutched his forehead&lt;br /&gt;and closed his eyes, a voice screamed inside his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You told me the problem would be solved by using another's wand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And into his mind burst the vision of an emaciated old man lying in rags upon a&lt;br /&gt;stone floor, screaming, a horrible drawn-out scream, a scream of unendurable agony. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No! No! I beg you, I beg you. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I did not. . . . I swear I did not. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You sought to help Potter, to help him escape me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I swear I did not. . . . I believed a different wand would work. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Explain, then, what happened. Lucius's wand is destroyed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I cannot understand. . . . The connection . . . exists only . . between your two&lt;br /&gt;wands. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Lies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Please . . . I beg you. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Harry saw the white hand raise its wand and felt Voldemort's surge of&lt;br /&gt;vicious anger, saw the frail old main on the floor writhe in agony –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was over as quickly as it had come: Harry stood shaking in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;clutching the gate into the garden, his heart racing, his scar still tingling. It was several&lt;br /&gt;moments before he realized that Ron and Hermione were at his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry, come back in the house," Hermione whispered, "You aren't still thinking&lt;br /&gt;of leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, you've got to stay, mate," said Ron, thumping Harry on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, close enough now to look into Harry's face.&lt;br /&gt;"You look awful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well," said Harry shakily, "I probably look better than Ollivander. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When he had finished telling them what he had seen, Ron looked appalled, but&lt;br /&gt;Hermione downright terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But it was supposed to have stopped! Your scar – it wasn't supposed to do this&lt;br /&gt;anymore! You mustn't let that connection open up again – Dumbledore wanted you to&lt;br /&gt;close your mind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When he did not reply, she gripped his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding&lt;br /&gt;world! Don't let him inside your head too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghoul in Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shock of losing Mad-Eye hung over the house in the days that followed;&lt;br /&gt;Harry kept expecting to see him stumping in through the back door like the other Order&lt;br /&gt;members, who passed in and out to relay news. Harry felt that nothing but action would&lt;br /&gt;assuage his feelings of guilt and grief and that he ought to set out on his mission to find&lt;br /&gt;and destroy Horcruxes as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you can’t do anything about the” – Ron mouthed the word Horcruxes –&lt;br /&gt;“till you’re seventeen. You’ve still got the Trace on you. And we can plan here as well as&lt;br /&gt;anywhere, can’t we? Or,” he dropped his voice to a whisper, “d’you reckon you already&lt;br /&gt;know where the You-Know-Whats are?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” Harry admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think Hermione’s been doing a bit of research,” said Ron. “She said she was&lt;br /&gt;saving it for when you got here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting at the breakfast table; Mr. Weasley and Bill had just left for&lt;br /&gt;work. Mrs. Weasley had gone upstairs to wake Hermione and Ginny, while Fleur had&lt;br /&gt;drifted off to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Trace’ll break on the thirty-first,” said Harry. “That means I only need to&lt;br /&gt;stay here four days. Then I can –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Five days,” Ron corrected him firmly. “We’ve got to stay for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;They’ll kill us if we miss it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry understood “they” to mean Fleur and Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s one extra day,” said Ron, when Harry looked mutinous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t they realize how important –?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’Course they don’t,” said Ron. “They haven’t got a clue. And now you mention&lt;br /&gt;it, I wanted to talk to you about that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron glanced toward the door into the hall to check that Mrs. Weasley was not&lt;br /&gt;returning yet, then leaned in closer to Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mum’s been trying to get it out of Hermione and me. What we’re off to do.&lt;br /&gt;She’ll try you next, so brace yourself. Dad and Lupin’ve both asked as well, but when we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said Dumbledore told you not to tell anyone except us, they dropped it. Not Mum, though.&lt;br /&gt;She’s determined.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron’s prediction came true within hours. Shortly before lunch, Mrs. Weasley&lt;br /&gt;detached Harry from the others by asking him to help identify a lone man’s sock that she&lt;br /&gt;thought might have come out of his rucksack. Once she had him cornered in the tiny&lt;br /&gt;scullery off the kitchen, she started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ron and Hermione seem to think that the three of you are dropping out of&lt;br /&gt;Hogwarts,” she began in a light, casual tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” said Harry. “Well, yeah. We are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mangle turned of its own accord in a corner, wringing out what looked like&lt;br /&gt;one of Mr. Weasley’s vests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I ask why you are abandoning your education?” said Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Dumbledore left me . . . stuff to do,” mumbled Harry. “Ron and Hermione&lt;br /&gt;know about it, and they want to come too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What sort of ‘stuff’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, I can’t –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, frankly, I think Arthur and I have a right to know, and I’m sure Mr. And&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Granger would agree!” said Mrs. Weasley. Harry had been afraid of the “concerned&lt;br /&gt;parent” attack. He forced himself to look directly into her eyes, noticing as he did so that&lt;br /&gt;they were precisely the same shade of brown as Ginny’s. This did not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dumbledore didn’t want anyone else to know, Mrs. Weasley. I’m sorry. Ron and&lt;br /&gt;Hermione don’t have to come, it’s their choice –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t see that you have to go either!” she snapped, dropping all pretense now.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re barely of age, any of you! It’s utter nonsense, if Dumbledore needed work doing,&lt;br /&gt;he had the whole Order at his command! Harry, you must have misunderstood him.&lt;br /&gt;Probably he was telling you something he wanted done, and you took it to mean that he&lt;br /&gt;wanted you–“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t misunderstand,” said Harry flatly. “It’s got to be me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed her back the single sock he was supposed to be identifying, which was&lt;br /&gt;patterned with golden bulrushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And that’s not mine. I don’t support Puddlemere United.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, of course not,” said Mrs. Weasley with a sudden and rather unnerving return&lt;br /&gt;to her casual tone. “I should have realized. Well, Harry, while we’ve still got you here,&lt;br /&gt;you won’t mind helping with the preparations for Bill and Fleur’s wedding, will you?&lt;br /&gt;There’s still so much to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No – I – of course not,” said Harry, disconcerted by this sudden change of&lt;br /&gt;subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sweet of you,” she replied, and she smiled as she left the scullery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on, Mrs. Weasley kept Harry, Ron and Hermione so busy with&lt;br /&gt;preparations for the wedding that they hardly had any time to think. The kindest&lt;br /&gt;explanation of this behavior would have been that Mrs. Weasley wanted to distract them&lt;br /&gt;all from thoughts of Mad-Eye and the terrors of their recent journey. After two days of&lt;br /&gt;nonstop cutlery cleaning, of color-matching favors, ribbons, and flowers, of de-gnoming&lt;br /&gt;the garden and helping Mrs. Weasley cook vast batches of canapés, however, Harry&lt;br /&gt;started to suspect her of a different motive. All the jobs she handed out seemed to keep&lt;br /&gt;him, Ron, and Hermione away from one another; he had not had a chance to speak to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of them alone since the first night, when he had told them about Voldemort torturing&lt;br /&gt;Ollivander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and&lt;br /&gt;planning, she’ll be able to delay you leaving,” Ginny told Harry in an undertone, as they&lt;br /&gt;laid the table for dinner on the third night of his stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And then what does she think’s going to happen?” Harry muttered. “Someone&lt;br /&gt;else might kill off Voldemort while she’s holding us here making vol-au-vents?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had spoken without thinking, and saw Ginny’s face whiten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So it’s true?” she said. “That’s what you’re trying to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I – not – I was joking,” said Harry evasively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny’s&lt;br /&gt;expression. Suddenly Harry became aware that this was the first time that he had been&lt;br /&gt;alone with her since those stolen hours in secluded corners of the Hogwarts grounds. He&lt;br /&gt;was sure she was remembering them too. Both of them jumped as the door opened, and&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, and Bill walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were often joined by other Order members for dinner now, because the&lt;br /&gt;Burrow had replaced number twelve, Grimmauld Place as the headquarters. Mr. Weasley&lt;br /&gt;had explained that after the death of Dumbledore, their Secret-Keeper, each of the people&lt;br /&gt;to whom Dumbledore had confided Grimmauld Place’s location had become a Secret-&lt;br /&gt;Keeper in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And as there are around twenty of us, that greatly dilutes the power of the&lt;br /&gt;Fidelius Charm. Twenty times as many opportunities for the Death Eaters to get the&lt;br /&gt;secret out of somebody. We can’t expect it to hold much longer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But surely Snape will have told the Death Eaters the address by now?” asked&lt;br /&gt;Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Mad-Eye set up a couple of curses against Snape in case he turns up there&lt;br /&gt;again. We hope they’ll be strong enough both to keep him out and to bind his tongue if he&lt;br /&gt;tries to talk about the place, but we can’t be sure. It would have been insane to keep using&lt;br /&gt;the place as headquarters now that its protection has become so shaky.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was so crowded that evening it was difficult to maneuver knives and&lt;br /&gt;forks. Harry found himself crammed beside Ginny; the unsaid things that had just passed&lt;br /&gt;between them made him wish they had been separated by a few more people. He was&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard to avoid brushing her arm he could barely cut his chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No news about Mad-Eye?” Harry asked Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing,” replied Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had not been able to hold a funeral for Moody, because Bill and Lupin had&lt;br /&gt;failed to recover his body. It had been difficult to know where he might have fallen, given&lt;br /&gt;the darkness and the confusion of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Daily Prophet hasn’t said a word about him dying or about finding the&lt;br /&gt;body,” Bill went on. “But that doesn’t mean much. It’s keeping a lot quiet these days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And they still haven’t called a hearing about all the underage magic I used&lt;br /&gt;escaping the Death Eaters?” Harry called across the table to Mr. Weasley, who shook his&lt;br /&gt;head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because they know I had no choice or because they don’t want me to tell the&lt;br /&gt;world Voldemort attacked me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The latter, I think. Scrimgeour doesn’t want to admit that You-Know-Who is as&lt;br /&gt;powerful as he is, nor that Azkaban’s seen a mass breakout.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, why tell the public the truth?” said Harry, clenching his knife so tightly&lt;br /&gt;that the faint scars on the back of his right hand stood out, white against his skin: I must&lt;br /&gt;not tell lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t anyone at the Ministry prepared to stand up to him?” asked Ron angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, Ron, but people are terrified,” Mr. Weasley replied, “terrified that&lt;br /&gt;they will be next to disappear, their children the next to be attacked! There are nasty&lt;br /&gt;rumors going around; I for one don’t believe the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;resigned. She hasn’t been seen for weeks now. Meanwhile Scrimgeour remains shut up in&lt;br /&gt;his office all day; I just hope he’s working on a plan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause in which Mrs. Weasley magicked the empty plates onto the&lt;br /&gt;work surface and served apple tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must decide ‘ow you will be disguised, ‘Arry,” said Fleur, once everyone&lt;br /&gt;had pudding. “For ze wedding,” she added, when he looked confused. “Of course, none&lt;br /&gt;of our guests are Death Eaters, but we cannot guarantee zat zey will not let something&lt;br /&gt;slip after zey ‘ave ‘ad champagne.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this, Harry gathered that she still suspected Hagrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, good point,” said Mrs. Weasley from the top of the table where she sat,&lt;br /&gt;spectacles perched on the end of her nose, scanning an immense list of jobs that she had&lt;br /&gt;scribbled on a very long piece of parchment. “Now, Ron, have you cleaned out your&lt;br /&gt;room yet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” exclaimed Ron, slamming his spoon down and glaring at his mother.&lt;br /&gt;“Why does my room have to be cleaned out? Harry and I are fine with it the way it is!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are holding your brother’s wedding here in a few days’ time, young man –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And are they getting married in my bedroom?” asked Ron furiously. “No! So&lt;br /&gt;why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” said Mr. Weasley firmly. “And do as you’re&lt;br /&gt;told.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron scowled at both his parents, then picked up his spoon and attacked the last&lt;br /&gt;few mouthfuls of his apple tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can help, some of it’s my mess.” Harry told Ron, but Mrs. Weasley cut across&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Harry, dear, I’d much rather you helped Arthur much out the chickens, and&lt;br /&gt;Hermione, I’d be ever so grateful if you’d change the sheets for Monsieur and Madame&lt;br /&gt;Delacour; you know they’re arriving at eleven tomorrow morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it turned out, there was very little to do for the chickens. “There’s no need&lt;br /&gt;to, er, mention it to Molly,” Mr. Weasley told Harry, blocking his access to the coop, “but,&lt;br /&gt;er, Ted Tonks sent me most of what was left of Sirius’s bike and, er, I’m hiding – that’s&lt;br /&gt;to say, keeping – it in here. Fantastic stuff: There’s an exhaust gaskin, as I believe it’s&lt;br /&gt;called, the most magnificent battery, and it’ll be a great opportunity to find out how&lt;br /&gt;brakes work. I’m going to try and put it all back together again when Molly’s not – I&lt;br /&gt;mean, when I’ve got time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they returned to the house, Mrs. Weasley was nowhere to be seen, so Harry&lt;br /&gt;slipped upstairs to Ron’s attic bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m doing it, I’m doing – ! Oh, it’s you,” said Ron in relief, as Harry entered the&lt;br /&gt;room. Ron lay back down on the bed, which he had evidently just vacated. The room was&lt;br /&gt;just as messy as it had been all week; the only chance was that Hermione was now sitting&lt;br /&gt;in the far corner, her fluffy ginger cat, Crookshanks, at her feet, sorting books, some of&lt;br /&gt;which Harry recognized as his own, into two enormous piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, Harry,” she said, as he sat down on his camp bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And how did you manage to get away?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Ron’s mum forgot that she asked Ginny and me to change the sheets&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,” said Hermione. She threw Numerology and Grammatica onto one pile and&lt;br /&gt;The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts onto the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We were just talking about Mad-Eye,” Ron told Harry. “I reckon he might have&lt;br /&gt;survived.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Bill saw him hit by the Killing Curse,” said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but Bill was under attack too,” said Ron. “How can he be sure what he&lt;br /&gt;saw?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even if the Killing Curse missed, Mad-Eye still fell about a thousand feet,” said&lt;br /&gt;Hermione, now weight Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He could have used a Shield Charm –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fleur said his wand was blasted out of his hand,” said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, all right, if you want him to be dead,” said Ron grumpily, punching his&lt;br /&gt;pillow into a more comfortable shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course we don’t want him to be dead!” said Hermione, looking shocked. “It’s&lt;br /&gt;dreadful that he’s dead! But we’re being realistic!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, Harry imagined Mad-Eye’s body, broken as Dumbledore’s had&lt;br /&gt;been, yet with that one eye still whizzing in its socket. He felt a stab of revulsion mixed&lt;br /&gt;with a bizarre desire to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Death Eaters probably tidied up after themselves, that’s why no one’s found&lt;br /&gt;him,” said Ron wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Harry. “Like Barty Crouch, turned into a bone and buried in&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid’s front garden. They probably transfigured Moody and stuffed him –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t!” squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her&lt;br /&gt;burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no,” said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. “Hermione, I&lt;br /&gt;wasn’t trying to upset –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got&lt;br /&gt;there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a&lt;br /&gt;revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily&lt;br /&gt;pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, “Tergeo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself,&lt;br /&gt;Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh . . . thanks, Ron. . . . I’m sorry. . . .” She blew her nose and hiccupped. “It’s&lt;br /&gt;just so awf-ful, isn’t it? R-right after Dumbledore . . . I j-just n-never imagined Mad-Eye&lt;br /&gt;dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I know,” said Ron, giving her a squeeze. “But you know what he’d say to&lt;br /&gt;us if he was here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’C-constant vigilance,’” said Hermione, mopping her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right,” said Ron, nodding. “He’d tell us to learn from what happened to&lt;br /&gt;him. And what I’ve learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more books. A&lt;br /&gt;second later, Ron had snatched his arm back from around her shoulders; she had dropped&lt;br /&gt;The Monster of Monsters on his foot. The book had broken free from its restraining belt&lt;br /&gt;and snapped viciously at Ron’s ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hermione cried as Harry wrenched the book from Ron’s&lt;br /&gt;leg and retied it shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing with all those books anyway?” Ron asked, limping back to&lt;br /&gt;his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just trying to decide which ones to take with us,” said Hermione, “When we’re&lt;br /&gt;looking for the Horcruxes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be&lt;br /&gt;hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha,” said Hermione, looking down at Spellman’s Syllabary. “I wonder . . .&lt;br /&gt;will we need to translate runes? It’s possible. . . . I think we’d better take it, to be safe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dropped the syllabary onto the larger of the two piles and picked up Hogwarts,&lt;br /&gt;A History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen,” said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had sat up straight. Ron and Hermione looked at him with similar mixtures of&lt;br /&gt;resignation and defiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you said after Dumbledore’s funeral that you wanted to come with me,”&lt;br /&gt;Harry began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here he goes,” Ron said to Hermione, rolling his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As we knew he would,” he sighed, turning back to the books. “You know, I&lt;br /&gt;think I will take Hogwarts, A History. Even if we’re not going back there, I don’t think&lt;br /&gt;I’d feel right if I didn’t have it with –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen!” said Harry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Harry, you listen,” said Hermione. “We’re coming with you. That was&lt;br /&gt;decided months ago – years, really.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up,” Ron advised him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“– are you sure you’ve thought this through?” Harry persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s see,” said Hermione, slamming Travels with Trolls onto the discarded pile&lt;br /&gt;with a rather fierce look. “I’ve been packing for days, so we’re ready to leave at a&lt;br /&gt;moment’s notice, which for your information has included doing some pretty difficult&lt;br /&gt;magic, not to mention smuggling Mad-Eye’s whole stock of Polyjuice Potion right under&lt;br /&gt;Ron’s mum’s nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve also modified my parents’ memories so that they’re convinced they’re really&lt;br /&gt;called Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their life’s ambition is to move to Australia,&lt;br /&gt;which they have now done. That’s to make it more difficult for Voldemort to track them&lt;br /&gt;down and interrogate them about me – or you, because unfortunately, I’ve told them quite&lt;br /&gt;a bit about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift&lt;br /&gt;the enchantment. If I don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve got a daughter,&lt;br /&gt;you see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione’s eyes were swimming with tears again. Ron got back off the bed, put&lt;br /&gt;his arm around her once more, and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack&lt;br /&gt;of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual&lt;br /&gt;for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I – Hermione, I’m sorry – I didn’t –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t realize that Ron and I know perfectly well what might happen if we come&lt;br /&gt;with you? Well, we do. Ron, show Harry what you’ve done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, he’s just eaten,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go on, he needs to know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, all right. Harry, come here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time Ron withdrew his arm from around Hermione and stumped&lt;br /&gt;over to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” Harry asked, following Ron out of the room onto the tiny landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Descendo,” muttered Ron, pointing his wand at the low ceiling. A hatch opened&lt;br /&gt;right over their heads and a ladder slid down to their feet. A horrible, half-sucking, half-&lt;br /&gt;moaning sound came out of the square hole, along with an unpleasant smell like open&lt;br /&gt;drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s your ghoul, isn’t it?” asked Harry, who had never actually met the&lt;br /&gt;creature that sometimes disrupted the nightly silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, it is,” said Ron, climbing the ladder. “Come and have a look at him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry followed Ron up the few short steps into the tiny attic space. His head and&lt;br /&gt;shoulders were in the room before he caught sight of the creature curled up a few feet&lt;br /&gt;from him, fast asleep in the gloom with its large mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But it . . . it looks . . . do ghouls normally wear pajamas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said Ron. “Nor have they usually got red hair or that number of pustules.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry contemplated the thing, slightly revolted. It was human in shape and size,&lt;br /&gt;and was wearing what, now that Harry’s eyes became used to the darkness, was clearly&lt;br /&gt;an old pair of Ron’s pajamas. He was also sure that ghouls were generally rather slimy&lt;br /&gt;and bald, rather than distinctly hairy and covered in angry purple blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s me, see?” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said Harry. “I don’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll explain it back in my room, the smell’s getting to me,” said Ron. They&lt;br /&gt;climbed back down the ladder, which Ron returned to the ceiling, and rejoined Hermione,&lt;br /&gt;who was still sorting books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once we’ve left, the ghoul’s going to come and live down here in my room,”&lt;br /&gt;said Ron. “I think he’s really looking forward to it – well, it’s hard to tell, because all he&lt;br /&gt;can do is moan and drool – but he nods a lot when you mention it. Anyway, he’s going to&lt;br /&gt;be me with spattergroit. Good, eh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry merely looked his confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is!” said Ron, clearly frustrated that Harry had not grasped the brilliance of the&lt;br /&gt;plan. “Look, when we three don’t turn up at Hogwarts again, everyone’s going to think&lt;br /&gt;Hermione and I must be with you, right? Which means the Death Eaters will go straight&lt;br /&gt;for our families to see if they’ve got information on where you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But hopefully it’ll look like I’ve gone away with Mum and Dad; a lot of Muggle-&lt;br /&gt;borns are talking about going into hiding at the moment,” said Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t hide my whole family, it’ll look too fishy and they can’t all leave their&lt;br /&gt;jobs,” said Ron. “So we’re going to put out the story that I’m seriously ill with&lt;br /&gt;spattergroit, which is why I can’t go back to school. If anyone comes calling to&lt;br /&gt;investigate, Mum or Dad can show them the ghoul in my bed, covered in pustules.&lt;br /&gt;Spattergroit’s really contagious, so they’re not going to want to go near him. It won’t&lt;br /&gt;matter that he can’t say anything, either, because apparently you can’t once the fungus&lt;br /&gt;has spread to your uvula.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And your mum and dad are in on this plan?” asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad is. He helped Fred and George transform the ghoul. Mum . . . well, you’ve&lt;br /&gt;seen what she’s like. She won’t accept we’re going till we’re gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence in the room, broken only by gentle thuds as Hermione&lt;br /&gt;continued to throw books onto one pile or the other. Ron sat watching her, and Harry&lt;br /&gt;looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. The measure they had taken to&lt;br /&gt;protect their families made him realize, more than anything else could have done, that&lt;br /&gt;they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that&lt;br /&gt;would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find&lt;br /&gt;words important enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the silence came the muffled sounds of Mrs. Weasley shouting from four&lt;br /&gt;floors below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ginny’s probably left a speck of dust on a poxy napkin ring,” said Ron. “I dunno&lt;br /&gt;why the Delacours have got to come two days before the wedding.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fleur’s sister’s a bridesmaid, she needs to be here for the rehearsal, and she’s too&lt;br /&gt;young to come on her own,” said Hermione, as she pored indecisively over Break with a&lt;br /&gt;Banshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, guests aren’t going to help Mum’s stress levels,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What we really need to decide,” said Hermione, tossing Defensive Magical&lt;br /&gt;Theory into the bin without a second glance and picking up An Appraisal of Magical&lt;br /&gt;Education in Europe, “is where we’re going after we leave here. I know you said you&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to Godric’s Hollow first, Harry, and I understand why, but . . . well . . .&lt;br /&gt;shouldn’t we make the Horcruxes our priority?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we knew where any of the Horcruxes were, I’d agree with you,” said Harry,&lt;br /&gt;who did not believe that Hermione really understood his desire to return to Godric’s&lt;br /&gt;Hollow. His parents’ graves were only part of the attraction: He had a strong, though&lt;br /&gt;inexplicable, feeling that the place held answers for him. Perhaps it was simply because it&lt;br /&gt;was there that he had survived Voldemort’s Killing Curse; now that he was facing the&lt;br /&gt;challenge of repeating the feat, Harry was drawn to the place where it had happened,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you think there’s a possibility that Voldemort’s keeping a watch on&lt;br /&gt;Godric’s Hollow?” Hermione asked. “He might expect you to go back and visit your&lt;br /&gt;parents’ graves once you’re free to go wherever you like?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had not occurred to Harry. While he struggled to find a counterargument,&lt;br /&gt;Ron spoke up, evidently following his own train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This R.A.B. person,” he said. “You know, the one who stole the real locket?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He said in his note he was going to destroy it, didn’t he?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry dragged his rucksack toward him and pulled out the fake Horcrux in which&lt;br /&gt;R.A.B.’s note was still folded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.’” Harry&lt;br /&gt;read out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what if he did finish it off?” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or she.” Interposed Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whichever,” said Ron. “it’d be one less for us to do!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but we’re still going to have to try and trace the real locket, aren’t we?” said&lt;br /&gt;Hermione, “to find out whether or not it’s destroyed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And once we get hold of it, how do you destroy a Horcrux?” asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said Hermione, “I’ve been researching that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How?” asked Harry. “I didn’t think there were any books on Horcruxes in the&lt;br /&gt;library?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There weren’t,” said Hermione, who had turned pink. “Dumbledore removed&lt;br /&gt;them all, but he – he didn’t destroy them.”&lt;br /&gt;Ron sat up straight, wide-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How in the name of Merlin’s pants have you managed to get your hands on those&lt;br /&gt;Horcrux books?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It – it wasn’t stealing!” said Hermione, looking from Harry to Ron with a kind of&lt;br /&gt;desperation. “They were still library books, even if Dumbledore had taken them off the&lt;br /&gt;shelves. Anyway, if he really didn’t want anyone to get at them, I’m sure he would have&lt;br /&gt;made it much harder to –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get to the point!” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well . . . it was easy,” said Hermione in a small voice. “I just did a Summoning&lt;br /&gt;Charm. You know – Accio. And – they zoomed out of Dumbledore’s study window right&lt;br /&gt;into the girls’ dormitory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But when did you do this?” Harry asked, regarding Hermione with a mixture of&lt;br /&gt;admiration and incredulity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just after his – Dumbledore’s – funeral,” said Hermione in an even smaller voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Right after we agreed we’d leave school and go and look for the Horcruxes. When I&lt;br /&gt;went back upstairs to get my things it – it just occurred to me that the more we knew&lt;br /&gt;about them, the better it would be . . . and I was alone in there . . . so I tried . . . and it&lt;br /&gt;worked. They flew straight in through the open window and I – I packed them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swallowed and then said imploringly, “I can’t believe Dumbledore would&lt;br /&gt;have been angry, it’s not as though we’re going to use the information to make a Horcrux,&lt;br /&gt;is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you hear us complaining?” said Ron. “Where are these books anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione rummaged for a moment and then extracted from the pile a large&lt;br /&gt;volume, bound in faded black leather. She looked a little nauseated and held it as gingerly&lt;br /&gt;as if it were something recently dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is the one that gives explicit instructions on how to make a Horcrux. Secrets&lt;br /&gt;of the Darkest Art – it’s a horrible book, really awful, full of evil magic. I wonder when&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore removed it from the library. . . . if he didn’t do it until he was headmaster, I&lt;br /&gt;bet Voldemort got all the instruction he needed from here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why did he have to ask Slughorn how to make a Horcrux, then, if he’d already&lt;br /&gt;read that?” asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He only approached Slughorn to find out what would happen if you split your&lt;br /&gt;soul into seven,” said Harry. “Dumbledore was sure Riddle already knew how to make a&lt;br /&gt;Horcrux by the time he asked Slughorn about them. I think you’re right, Hermione, that&lt;br /&gt;could easily have been where he got the information.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And the more I’ve read about them,” said Hermione, “the more horrible they&lt;br /&gt;seem, and the less I can believe that he actually made six. It warns in this book how&lt;br /&gt;unstable you make the rest of your soul by ripping it, and that’s just by making one&lt;br /&gt;Horcrux!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said about Voldemort moving beyond&lt;br /&gt;“usual evil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t there any way of putting yourself back together?” Ron asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Hermione with a hollow smile, “but it would be excruciatingly&lt;br /&gt;painful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why? How do you do it?” asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remorse,” said Hermione. “You’ve got to really feel what you’ve done. There’s&lt;br /&gt;a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I can’t see Voldemort attempting it&lt;br /&gt;somehow, can you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said Ron, before Harry could answer. “So does it say how to destroy&lt;br /&gt;Horcruxes in that book?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Hermione, now turning the fragile pages as if examining rotting&lt;br /&gt;entrails, “because it warns Dark wizards how strong they have to make the enchantments&lt;br /&gt;on them. From all that I’ve read, what Harry did to Riddle’s diary was one of the few&lt;br /&gt;really foolproof ways of destroying a Horcrux.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What, stabbing it with a basilisk fang?” asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh well, lucky we’ve got such a large supply of basilisk fangs, then,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;“I was wondering what we were going to do with them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t have to be a basilisk fang,” said Hermione patiently. “It has to be&lt;br /&gt;something so destructive that the Horcrux can’t repair itself. Basilisk venom only has one&lt;br /&gt;antidote, and it’s incredibly rare –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“– phoenix tears,” said Harry, nodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly,” said Hermione. “Our problem is that there are very few substances as&lt;br /&gt;destructive as basilisk venom, and they’re all dangerous to carry around with you. That’s&lt;br /&gt;a problem we’re going to have to solve, though, because ripping, smashing, or crushing a&lt;br /&gt;Horcrux won’t do the trick. You’ve got to put it beyond magical repair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But even if we wreck the thing it lives in,” said Ron, “why can’t the bit of soul in&lt;br /&gt;it just go and live in something else?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because a Horcrux is the complete opposite of a human being.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that Harry and Ron looked thoroughly confused, Hermione hurried on.&lt;br /&gt;“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;damage your soul at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Which would be a real comfort to me, I’m sure,” said Ron. Harry laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It should be, actually! But my point is that whatever happens to your body, your&lt;br /&gt;soul will survive, untouched,” said Hermione. “But it’s the other way round with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horcrux. The fragment of soul inside it depends on its container, its enchanted body, for&lt;br /&gt;survival. It can’t exist without it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That diary sort of died when I stabbed it,” said Harry, remembering ink pouring&lt;br /&gt;like blood from the punctured pages, and the screams of the piece of Voldemort’s soul as&lt;br /&gt;it vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And once the diary was properly destroyed, the bit of soul trapped in it could no&lt;br /&gt;longer exist. Ginny tried to get rid of the diary before you did, flushing it away, but&lt;br /&gt;obviously it came back good as new.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hang on,” said Ron, frowning. “The bit of soul in that diary was possessing&lt;br /&gt;Ginny, wasn’t it? How does that work, then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“While the magical container is still intact, the bit of soul inside it can flit in and&lt;br /&gt;out of someone if they get too close to the object. I don’t mean holding it for too long, it’s&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do with touching it,” she added before Ron could speak. “I mean close&lt;br /&gt;emotionally. Ginny poured her heart out into that diary, she made herself incredibly&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable. You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder how Dumbledore destroyed the ring?” said Harry. “Why didn’t I ask&lt;br /&gt;him? I never really . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice trailed away: He was thinking of all the things he should have asked&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore, and of how, since the headmaster had died, it seemed to Harry that he had&lt;br /&gt;wasted so many opportunities when Dumbledore had been alive, to find out more . . . to&lt;br /&gt;find out everything. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence was shattered as the bedroom door flew open with a wall-shaking&lt;br /&gt;crash. Hermione shrieked and dropped Secrets of the Darkest Art; Crookshanks streaked&lt;br /&gt;under the bed, hissing indignantly; Ron jumped off the bed, skidded on a discarded&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Frog wrapper, and smacked his head on the opposite wall; and Harry&lt;br /&gt;instinctively dived for his wand before realizing that he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley,&lt;br /&gt;whose hair was disheveled and whose face was contorted with rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so sorry to break up this cozy little gathering,” she said, her voice trembling.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure you all need your rest . . . but there are wedding presents stacked in my room&lt;br /&gt;that need sorting out and I was under the impression that you had agreed to help.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes,” said Hermione, looking terrified as she leapt to her feet, sending books&lt;br /&gt;flying in every direction. “we will . . . we’re sorry . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an anguished look at Harry and Ron, Hermione hurried out of the room after&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“it’s like being a house-elf,” complained Ron in an undertone, still massaging his&lt;br /&gt;head as he and Harry followed. “Except without the job satisfaction. The sooner this&lt;br /&gt;wedding’s over, the happier, I’ll be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Harry, “then we’ll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes. . . .&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be like a holiday, won’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron started to laugh, but at the sight of the enormous pile of wedding presents&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them in Mrs. Weasley’s room, stopped quite abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delacours arrived the following morning at eleven o’ clock. Harry, Ron,&lt;br /&gt;Hermione and Ginny were feeling quite resentful toward Fleur’s family by this time; and&lt;br /&gt;it was with ill grace that Ron stumped back upstairs to put on matching socks, and Harry&lt;br /&gt;attempted to flatten his hair. Once they had all been deemed smart enough, they trooped&lt;br /&gt;out into the sunny backyard to await the visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry had never seen the place looking so tidy. The rusty cauldrons and old&lt;br /&gt;Wellington boots that usually littered the steps by the back door were gone, replaced by&lt;br /&gt;two new Flutterby bushes standing either side of the door in large pots; though there was&lt;br /&gt;no breeze, the leaves waved lazily, giving an attractive rippling effect. The chickens had&lt;br /&gt;been shut away, the yard had been swept, and the nearby garden had been pruned,&lt;br /&gt;plucked, and generally spruced up, although Harry, who liked it in its overgrown state,&lt;br /&gt;thought that it looked rather forlorn without its usual contingent of capering gnomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had lost track of how many security enchantments had been placed upon the&lt;br /&gt;Burrow by both the Order and the Ministry; all he knew was that it was no longer&lt;br /&gt;possible for anybody to travel by magic directly into the place. Mr. Weasley had&lt;br /&gt;therefore gone to meet the Delacours on top of a nearby hill, where they were to arrive by&lt;br /&gt;Portkey. The first sound of their approach was an unusually high-pitched laugh, which&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be coming from Mr. Weasley, who appeared at the gate moments later,&lt;br /&gt;laden with luggage and leading a beautiful blonde woman in long, leaf green robes, who&lt;br /&gt;could be Fleur’s mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maman!” cried Fleur, rushing forward to embrace her. “Papa!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Delacour was nowhere near as attractive as his wife; he was a head&lt;br /&gt;shorter and extremely plumb, with a little, pointed black beard. However, he looked&lt;br /&gt;good-natured. Bouncing towards Mrs. Weasley on high-heeled boots, he kissed her twice&lt;br /&gt;on each cheek, leaving her flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You ‘ave been so much trouble,” he said in a deep voice. “Fleur tells us you ‘ave&lt;br /&gt;been working very ‘ard.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it’s been nothing, nothing!” trilled Mrs. Weasley. “No trouble at all!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron relieved his feelings by aiming a kick at a gnome who was peering out from&lt;br /&gt;behind one of the new Flutterby bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear lady!” said Monsieur Delacour, still holding Mrs. Weasley’s hand between&lt;br /&gt;his own two plump ones and beaming. “We are most honored at the approaching union of&lt;br /&gt;our two families! Let me present my wife, Apolline.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss Mrs. Weasley too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Enchantée,” she said. “Your ‘usband ‘as been telling us such amusing stories!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley gave a maniacal laugh; Mrs. Weasley threw him a look, upon which&lt;br /&gt;he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a&lt;br /&gt;close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And, of course, you ‘ave met my leetle daughter, Gabrielle!” said Monsieur&lt;br /&gt;Delacour. Gabrielle was Fleur in miniature; eleven years old, with waist-length hair of&lt;br /&gt;pure, silvery blonde, she gave Mrs. Weasley a dazzling smile and hugged her, then threw&lt;br /&gt;Harry a glowing look, batting her eyelashes. Ginny cleared her throat loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, come in, do!” said Mrs. Weasley brightly, and she ushered the Delacours&lt;br /&gt;into the house, with many “No, please!”s and “After you!”s and “Not at all!”s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delacours, it soon transpired, were helpful, pleasant guests. They were&lt;br /&gt;pleased with everything and keen to assist with the preparations for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Delacour pronounced everything from the seating plan to the bridesmaids’&lt;br /&gt;shoes “Charmant!” Madame Delacour was most accomplished at household spells and&lt;br /&gt;had the oven properly cleaned in a trice; Gabrielle followed her elder sister around, trying&lt;br /&gt;to assist in any way she could and jabbering away in rapid French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside, the Burrow was not built to accommodate so many people. Mr.&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs. Weasley were now sleeping in the sitting room, having shouted down Monsieur&lt;br /&gt;and Madame Delacour’s protests and insisted they take their bedroom. Gabrielle was&lt;br /&gt;sleeping with Fleur in Percy’s old room, and Bill would be sharing with Charlie, his best&lt;br /&gt;man, once Charlie arrived from Romania. Opportunities to make plans together became&lt;br /&gt;virtually nonexistent, and it was in desperation that Harry, Ron and Hermione took to&lt;br /&gt;volunteering to feed the chickens just to escape the overcrowded house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But she still won’t leave us alone!” snarled Ron, and their second attempt at a&lt;br /&gt;meeting in the yard was foiled by the appearance of Mrs. Weasley carrying a large basket&lt;br /&gt;of laundry in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, good, you’ve fed the chickens,” she called as she approached them. “We’d&lt;br /&gt;better shut them away again before the men arrive tomorrow . . . to put up the tent for the&lt;br /&gt;wedding,” she explained, pausing to lean against the henhouse. She looked exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;“Millamant’s Magic Marquees . . . they’re very good. Bill’s escorting them. . . . You’d&lt;br /&gt;better stay inside while they’re here, Harry. I must say it does complicate organizing a&lt;br /&gt;wedding, having all these security spells around the place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry,” said Harry humbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, don’t be silly, dear!” said Mrs. Weasley at once. “I didn’t mean – well, your&lt;br /&gt;safety’s much more important! Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you how you want to&lt;br /&gt;celebrate your birthday, Harry. Seventeen, after all, it’s an important day. . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want a fuss,” said Harry quickly, envisaging the additional strain this&lt;br /&gt;would put on them all. “Really, Mrs. Weasley, just a normal dinner would be fine. . . . It’s&lt;br /&gt;the day before the wedding. . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, well, if you’re sure, dear. I’ll invite Remus and Tonks, shall I? And how&lt;br /&gt;about Hagrid?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’d be great,” said Harry. “But please, don’t go to loads of trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not at all, not at all . . . It’s no trouble. . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him, a long, searching look, then smiled a little sadly, straightened&lt;br /&gt;up, and walked away. Harry watched as she waved her wand near the washing line, and&lt;br /&gt;the damp clothes rose into the air to hang themselves up, and suddenly he felt a great&lt;br /&gt;wave of remorse for the inconvenience and the pain he was giving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Will of Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was walking along a mountain road in the cool blue light of dawn. Far below,&lt;br /&gt;swathed in mist, was the shadow of a small town. Was the man he sought down there, the&lt;br /&gt;man he needed so badly he could think of little else, the man who held the answer, the&lt;br /&gt;answer to his problem...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry opened his eyes. He was lying again on the camp bed in Ron's dingy attic&lt;br /&gt;room. The sun had not yet risen and the room was still shadowy. Pigwidgeon was asleep&lt;br /&gt;with his head under his tiny wing. The scar on Harry's forehead was prickling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were muttering in your sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. 'Gregorovitch.' You kept saying 'Gregorovitch.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry was not wearing his glasses; Ron's face appeared slightly blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Gregorovitch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, do I?" You were the one saying it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry rubbed his forehead, thinking. He had a vague idea he had heard the name&lt;br /&gt;before, but he could not think where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think Voldemort's looking for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poor bloke," said Ron fervently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry sat up, still rubbing his scar, now wide awake. He tried to remember&lt;br /&gt;exactly what he had seen in the dream, but all that came back was a mountainous horizon&lt;br /&gt;and the outline of the little village cradled in a deep valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he's abroad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who, Gregorovitch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voldemort. I think he's somewhere abroad, looking for Gregorovitch. It didn't&lt;br /&gt;look like anywhere in Britain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You reckon you were seeing into his mind again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron sounded worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do me a favor and don't tell Hermione," said Harry. "Although how she expects&lt;br /&gt;me to stop seeing stuff in my sleep..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gazed up at little Pigwidgeon's cage, thinking...Why was the name&lt;br /&gt;"Gregorovitch" familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think," he said slowly, "he's got something to do with Quidditch. There's some&lt;br /&gt;connection, but I can't--I can't think what it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quidditch?" said Ron. "Sure you're not thinking of Gorgovitch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragomir Gorgovitch, Chaser, transferred to the Chudley Cannons for a record&lt;br /&gt;fee two years ago. Record holder for most Quaffle drops in a season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Harry. "I'm definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I try not to either," said Ron. "Well, happy birthday anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow -- that's right, I forgot! I'm seventeen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry seized the wand lying beside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk&lt;br /&gt;where he had left his glasses, and said, "Accio Glasses!" Although they were only around&lt;br /&gt;a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward&lt;br /&gt;him, at least until they poked him in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slick," snorted Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveling in the removal of his Trace, Harry sent Ron's possessions flying around&lt;br /&gt;the room, causing Pigwidgeon to wake up and flutter excitedly around his cage. Harry&lt;br /&gt;also tried tying the laces of his trainers by magic (the resultant knot took several minutes&lt;br /&gt;to untie by hand) and, purely for the pleasure of it, turned the orange robes on Ron's&lt;br /&gt;Chudley Cannons posters bright blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd do your fly by hand, though," Ron advised Harry, sniggering when Harry&lt;br /&gt;immediately checked it. "Here's your present. Unwrap it up here, it's not for my mother's&lt;br /&gt;eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A book?" said Harry as he took the rectangular parcel. "Bit of a departure from&lt;br /&gt;tradition, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't your average book," said Ron. "It'd pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways&lt;br /&gt;to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I'd had this&lt;br /&gt;last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would've known how to&lt;br /&gt;get going with... Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be&lt;br /&gt;surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived in the kitchen they found a pile of presents waiting on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Monsieur Delacour were finishing their breakfasts, while Mrs. Weasley stood&lt;br /&gt;chatting to them over the frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arthur told me to wish you a happy seventeenth, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley,&lt;br /&gt;beaming at him. "He had to leave early for work, but he'll be back for dinner. That's our&lt;br /&gt;present on top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry sat down, took the square parcel she had indicated, and unwrapped it.&lt;br /&gt;Inside was a watch very like the one Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had given Ron for his&lt;br /&gt;seventeenth; it was gold, with stars circling around the race instead of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's traditional to give a wizard a watch when he comes of age," said Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Weasley, watching him anxiously from beside the cooker. "I'm afraid that one isn't new&lt;br /&gt;like Ron's, it was actually my brother Fabian's and he wasn't terribly careful with his&lt;br /&gt;possessions, it's a bit dented on the back, but--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of her speech was lost; Harry had got up and hugged her. He tried to put&lt;br /&gt;a lot of unsaid things into the hug and perhaps she understood them, because she patted&lt;br /&gt;his cheek clumsily when he released her, then waved her wand in a slightly random way,&lt;br /&gt;causing half a pack of bacon to flop out of the frying pan onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday, Harry!" said Hermione, hurrying into the kitchen and adding her&lt;br /&gt;own present to the top of the pile. "It's not much, but I hope you like it. What did you get&lt;br /&gt;him?" she added to Ron, who seemed not to hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, then, open Hermione's!" said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had bought him a new Sneakoscope. The other packages contained an&lt;br /&gt;enchanted razor from Bill and Fleur ("Ah yes, zis will give you ze smoothest shave you&lt;br /&gt;will ever 'ave," Monsieur Delacour assured him, "but you must tell it clearly what you&lt;br /&gt;want...ozzerwise you might find you 'ave a leetle less hair zan you would like..."),&lt;br /&gt;chocolates from the Delacours, and an enormous box of the latest Weasleys' Wizard&lt;br /&gt;Wheezes merchandise from Fred and George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not linger at the table, as the arrival of Madame&lt;br /&gt;Delacour, Fleur, and Gabrielle made the kitchen uncomfortably crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pack these for you," Hermione said brightly, taking Harry's presents out of his&lt;br /&gt;arms as the three of them headed back upstairs. "I'm nearly done, I'm just waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first-floor landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry, will you come in here a moment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow&lt;br /&gt;and tugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never been inside it before. It was small, but bright. There was a large&lt;br /&gt;poster of the Wizarding band the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog&lt;br /&gt;Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A&lt;br /&gt;desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and&lt;br /&gt;Ginny had once played a two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now&lt;br /&gt;housed a large, pearly white marquee. The golden flag on top was level with Ginny's&lt;br /&gt;window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy&lt;br /&gt;seventeenth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was looking at him steadily; he however, found it difficult to look back at her;&lt;br /&gt;it was like gazing into a brilliant light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice view," he said feebly, pointing toward with window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignored this. He could not blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't think what to get you," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't have to get me anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She disregarded this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;able to take it with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many&lt;br /&gt;wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that&lt;br /&gt;having six brothers must have toughened her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a step closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know,&lt;br /&gt;if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be&lt;br /&gt;honest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was&lt;br /&gt;kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it&lt;br /&gt;was blissful oblivion better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door banged open behind them and they jumped apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," said Ron pointedly. "Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ron!" Hermione was just behind him, slight out of breath. There was a strained&lt;br /&gt;silence, then Ginny had said in a flat little voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's ears were scarlet; Hermione looked nervous. Harry wanted to slam the door&lt;br /&gt;in their faces, but it felt as though a cold draft had entered the room when the door&lt;br /&gt;opened, and his shining moment had popped like a soap bubble. All the reasons for&lt;br /&gt;ending his relationship with Ginny, for staying well away from her, seemed to have slunk&lt;br /&gt;inside the room with Ron, and all happy forgetfulness was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at Ginny, wanting to say something, though he hardly knew what, but&lt;br /&gt;she had turned her back on him. He thought that she might have succumbed, for once, to&lt;br /&gt;tears. He could not do anything to comfort her in front of Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you later," he said, and followed the other two out of the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron marched downstairs, though the still-crowded kitchen and into the yard, and&lt;br /&gt;Harry kept pace with him all the way, Hermione trotting along behind them looking&lt;br /&gt;scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he reached the seclusion of the freshly mown lawn, Ron rounded on Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ditched her. What are you doing now, messing her around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not messing her around," said Harry, as Hermione caught up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ron--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ron held up a hand to silence her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was really cut up when you ended it--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So was I. You know why I stopped it, and it wasn't because I wanted to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but you go snogging her now and she's just going to get her hopes up&lt;br /&gt;again--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's not an idiot, she knows it can't happen, she's not expecting us to--to end up&lt;br /&gt;married, or--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he said it, a vivid picture formed in Harry's mind of Ginny in a white dress,&lt;br /&gt;marrying a tall, faceless, and unpleasant stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one spiraling moment it seemed to hit him: Her future was free and&lt;br /&gt;unencumbered, whereas his...he could see nothing but Voldemort ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you keep groping her every chance you get--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It won't happen again," said Harry harshly. The day was cloudless, but he felt as&lt;br /&gt;though the sun had gone in. "Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron looked half resentful, half sheepish; he rocked backward and forward on his&lt;br /&gt;feet for a moment, then said, "Right then, well, that's...yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny did not seek another one-to-one meeting with Harry for the rest of the day,&lt;br /&gt;nor by any look or gesture did she show that they had shared more than polite&lt;br /&gt;conversation in her room. Nevertheless, Charlie's arrival came as a relief to Harry. It&lt;br /&gt;provided a distraction, watching Mrs. Weasley force Charlie into a chair, raise her wand&lt;br /&gt;threateningly, and announce that he was about to get a proper haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Harry's birthday dinner would have stretched the Burrow's kitchen to breaking&lt;br /&gt;point even before the arrival of Charlie, Lupin, Tonks, and Hagrid, several tables were&lt;br /&gt;placed end to end in the garden. Fred and George bewitched a number of purple lanterns&lt;br /&gt;all emblazoned with a large number 17, to hang in midair over the guests. Thanks to Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Weasley's ministrations, George's wound was neat and clean, but Harry was not yet used&lt;br /&gt;to the dark hole in the side of his head, despite the twins' many jokes about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and&lt;br /&gt;drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice," said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. "You've really got an eye for that sort of&lt;br /&gt;thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Ron!" said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;Harry turned away, smiling to himself. He had a funny notion that he would find a&lt;br /&gt;chapter on compliments when he found time to peruse his copy of Twelve Fail-Safe&lt;br /&gt;Ways to Charm Witches; he caught Ginny's eye and grinned at her before remembering&lt;br /&gt;his promise to Ron and hurriedly striking up a conversation with Monsieur Delacour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out of the way, out of the way!" sang Mrs. Weasley, coming through the gate&lt;br /&gt;with what appeared to be a giant, beach-ball-sized Snitch floating in front of her. Seconds&lt;br /&gt;later Harry realized that it was his birthday cake, which Mrs. Weasley was suspending&lt;br /&gt;with her wand, rather than risk carrying it over the uneven ground. When the cake had&lt;br /&gt;finally landed in the middle of the table, Harry said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That looks amazing, Mrs. Weasley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's nothing, dear," she said fondly. Over her shoulder, Ron gave Harry the&lt;br /&gt;thumbs-up and mouthed, Good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By seven o'clock all the guests had arrived, led into the house by Fred and George,&lt;br /&gt;who had waited for them at the end of the lane. Hagrid had honored the occasion by&lt;br /&gt;wearing his best, and horrible, hairy brown suit. Although Lupin smiled as he shook&lt;br /&gt;Harry's hand, Harry thought he looked rather unhappy. It was all very odd; Tonks, beside&lt;br /&gt;him, looked simply radiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday, Harry," she said, hugging him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from&lt;br /&gt;Fred. "Six years ter the day since we met, Harry, d'yeh remember it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn't you smash down the front door,&lt;br /&gt;give Dudley a pig's tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forge' the details," Hagrid chortled. "All righ', Ron, Hermione?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're fine," said Hermione. "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ar, not bad. Bin busy, we got some newborn unicorns. I'll show yeh when yeh&lt;br /&gt;get back--" Harry avoided Ron's and Hermione's gazes as Hagrid rummaged in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;"Here. Harry -- couldn't think what ter get teh, but then I remembered this." He pulled out&lt;br /&gt;a small, slightly furry drawstring pouch with a long string, evidently intended to be worn&lt;br /&gt;around the neck. "Mokeskin. Hide anythin' in there an' no one but the owner can get it out.&lt;br /&gt;They're rare, them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hagrid, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'S'nothin'," said Hagrid with a wave of a dustbin-lid-sized hand. "An' there's&lt;br /&gt;Charlie! Always liked him -- hey! Charlie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie approached, running his hand slightly ruefully over his new, brutally short&lt;br /&gt;haircut. He was shorter than Ron, thickset, with a number of burns and scratches up his&lt;br /&gt;muscley arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Hagrid, how's it going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bin meanin' ter write fer ages. How's Norbert doin'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Norbert?" Charlie laughed. "The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call her Norberta&lt;br /&gt;now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha -- Norbert's a girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you tell?" asked Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're a lot more vicious," said Charlie. He looked over his shoulder and&lt;br /&gt;dropped his voice. "Wish Dad would hurry up and get here. Mum's getting edgy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all looked over at Mrs. Weasley. She was trying to talk to Madame Delacour&lt;br /&gt;while glancing repeatedly at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we'd better start without Arthur," she called to the garden at large after a&lt;br /&gt;moment or two. "He must have been held up at -- oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all saw it at the same time: a streak of light that came flying across the yard&lt;br /&gt;and onto the table, where it resolved itself into a bright silver weasel, which stood on its&lt;br /&gt;hind legs and spoke with Mr. Weasley's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minister of Magic coming with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patronus dissolved into thin air, leaving Fleur's family peering in&lt;br /&gt;astonishment at the place where it had vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shouldn't be here," said Lupin at once. "Harry -- I'm sorry -- I'll explain some&lt;br /&gt;other time--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seized Tonks’s wrist and pulled her away; they reached the fence, climbed&lt;br /&gt;over it, and vanished from sight. Mrs. Weasley looked bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Minister -- but why--? I don't understand--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was no time to discuss the matter; a second later, Mr. Weasley had&lt;br /&gt;appeared out of thin air at the gate, accompanied by Rufus Scrimgeour, instantly&lt;br /&gt;recognizable by his mane of grizzled hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two newcomers marched across the yard toward the garden and the lantern-lit&lt;br /&gt;table, where everybody sat in silence, watching them draw closer. As Scrimgeour came&lt;br /&gt;within range of the lantern light. Harry saw that he looked much older than the last time&lt;br /&gt;that had met, scraggy and grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to intrude," said Scrimgeour, as he limped to a halt before the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Especially as I can see that I am gate-crashing a party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes lingered for a moment on the giant Snitch cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many happy returns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I require a private word with you," Scrimgeour went on. "Also with Mr. Ronald&lt;br /&gt;Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Us?" said Ron, sounding surprised. "Why us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall tell you that when we are somewhere more private," said Scrimgeour. "Is&lt;br /&gt;there such a place?' he demanded of Mr. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course," said Mr. Weasley, who looked nervous. "The, er, sitting room,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you use that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can lead the way," Scrimgeour said to Ron. "There will be no need for you&lt;br /&gt;to accompany us, Arthur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry saw Mr. Weasley exchange a worried look with Mrs. Weasley as he, Ron,&lt;br /&gt;and Hermione stood up. As they led the way back to the house in silence, Harry knew&lt;br /&gt;that the other two were thinking the same as he was; Scrimgeour must, somehow, had&lt;br /&gt;learned that the three of them were planning to drop out of Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour did not speak as they all passed through the messed kitchen and into&lt;br /&gt;the Burrow's sitting room. Although the garden had been full of soft golden evening light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was already dark in here; Harry flicked his wand at the oil lamps as he entered and they&lt;br /&gt;illuminated the shabby but cozy room. Scrimgeour sat himself in the sagging armchair&lt;br /&gt;that Mr. Weasley normally occupied, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to squeeze side&lt;br /&gt;by side onto the sofa. Once they had done so, Scrimgeour spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have some questions for the three of you, and I think it will be best if we do it&lt;br /&gt;individually. If you two" -- he pointed at Harry and Hermione -- "can wait upstairs, I will&lt;br /&gt;start with Ronald."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not going anywhere," said Harry, while Hermione nodded vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;"You can speak to us together, or not at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour gave Harry a cold, appraising look. Harry had the impression that the&lt;br /&gt;Minister was wondering whether it was worthwhile opening hostilities this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well then, together," he said, shrugging. He cleared his throat. "I am here,&lt;br /&gt;as I'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A surprise, apparently! You were not aware then that Dumbledore had left you&lt;br /&gt;anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A-all of us?" said Ron, "Me and Hermione too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, all of --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Harry interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dumbledore died over a month ago. Why has it taken this long to give us what&lt;br /&gt;he left us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it obvious?" said Hermione, before Scrimgeour could answer. "They wanted&lt;br /&gt;to examine whatever he's left us. You had no right to do that!" she said, and her voice&lt;br /&gt;trembled slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had every right," said Scrimgeour dismissively. "The Decree for Justifiable&lt;br /&gt;Confiscation gives the Ministry the power the confiscate the contents of a will--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That law was created to stop wizards passing on Dark artifacts," said Hermione,&lt;br /&gt;"and the Ministry is supposed to have powerful evidence that the deceased's possessions&lt;br /&gt;are illegal before seizing them! Are you telling me that you thought Dumbledore was&lt;br /&gt;trying to pass us something cursed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?" asked&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not," retorted Hermione. "I'm hoping to do some good in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron laughed. Scrimgeour's eyes flickered toward him and away again as Harry&lt;br /&gt;spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why have you decided to let us have our things now? Can't think of a pretext&lt;br /&gt;to keep them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it'll be because thirty-one days are up," said Hermione at once. "They can't&lt;br /&gt;keep the objects longer than that unless they can prove they're dangerous. Right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, Ronald?" asked Scrimgeour,&lt;br /&gt;ignoring Hermione. Ron looked startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? Not -- not really... It was always Harry who..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron looked around at Harry and Hermione, to see Hermione giving him a stop-&lt;br /&gt;talking-now! sort of look, but the damage was done; Scrimgeour looked as though he had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard exactly what he had expected, and wanted, to hear. He swooped like a bird of prey&lt;br /&gt;upon Ron's answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were not very close to Dumbledore, how do you account for the fact that&lt;br /&gt;he remembered you in his will? He made exceptionally few personal bequests. The vast&lt;br /&gt;majority of his possessions -- his private library, his magical instruments, and other&lt;br /&gt;personal effects -- were left to Hogwarts. Why do you think you were singled out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...dunno," said Ron. "I...when I say we weren't close...I mean, I think he liked&lt;br /&gt;me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're being modest, Ron," said Hermione. "Dumbledore was very fond of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was stretching the truth to breaking point; as far as Harry knew, Ron and&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore had never been alone together, and direct contact between them had been&lt;br /&gt;negligible. However, Scrimgeour did not seem to be listening. He put his hand inside his&lt;br /&gt;cloak and drew out a drawstring pouch much larger than the one Hagrid had given Harry.&lt;br /&gt;From it, he removed a scroll of parchment which he unrolled and read aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, here we are... 'To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that&lt;br /&gt;he will remember me when he uses it.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour took from the bag an object that Harry had seen before: It looked&lt;br /&gt;something like a silver cigarette lighter, but it had, he knew, the power to suck all light&lt;br /&gt;from a place, and restore it, with a simple click. Scrimgeour leaned forward and passed&lt;br /&gt;the Deluminator to Ron, who took it and turned it over in the fingers looking stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is a valuable object," said Scrimgeour, watching Ron. "It may even be&lt;br /&gt;unique. Certainly it is of Dumbledore's own design. Why would he have left you and item&lt;br /&gt;so rare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron shook his head, looking bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dumbledore must have taught thousands of students," Scrimgeour persevered.&lt;br /&gt;"Yet the only ones he remembered in his will are you three. Why is that? To what use did&lt;br /&gt;he think you would put to the Deluminator, Mr. Weasley?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put out lights, I s'pose," mumbled Ron. "What else could I do with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently Scrimgeour had no suggestions. After squinting at Ron for a moment or&lt;br /&gt;tow, he turned back to Dumbledore's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the&lt;br /&gt;Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour now pulled out of the bag a small book that looked as ancient as the&lt;br /&gt;copy of Secrets of the Darkest Art upstairs. Its binding was stained and peeling in places.&lt;br /&gt;Hermione took it from Scrimgeour without a word. She held the book in her lap and&lt;br /&gt;gazed at it. Harry saw that the title was in runes; he had never learned to read them. As he&lt;br /&gt;looked, a tear splashed onto the embossed symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you think Dumbledore left you that book, Miss Granger?" asked&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He... he knew I liked books," said Hermione in a thick voice, mopping her eyes&lt;br /&gt;with her sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why that particular book?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. He must have thought I'd enjoy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever discuss codes, or any means of passing secret messages, with&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't," said Hermione, still wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "And if the&lt;br /&gt;Ministry hasn't found any hidden codes in this book in thirty-one days, I doubt that I&lt;br /&gt;will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suppressed a sob. They were wedged together so tightly that Ron had&lt;br /&gt;difficulty extracting his arm to put it around Hermione's shoulders. Scrimgeour turned&lt;br /&gt;back to the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'To Harry James Potter,'" he read, and Harry's insides contracted with a sudden&lt;br /&gt;excitement, "'I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a&lt;br /&gt;reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Scrimgeour pulled out the tiny, walnut-sized golden ball, its silver wings&lt;br /&gt;fluttered rather feebly, and Harry could not help feeling a definite sense of anticlimax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did Dumbledore leave you this Snitch?" asked Scrimgeour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No idea," said Harry. "For the reasons you just read out, I suppose... to remind&lt;br /&gt;me what you can get if you... persevere and whatever it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think this a mere symbolic keepsake, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose so," said Harry. "What else could it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm asking the questions," said Scrimgeour, shifting his chair a little closer to the&lt;br /&gt;sofa. Dusk was really falling outside now; the marquee beyond the windows towered&lt;br /&gt;ghostly white over the hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch," Scrimgeour said to&lt;br /&gt;Harry. "Why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione laughed derisively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it can't be a reference to the fact Harry's a great Seeker, that's way too&lt;br /&gt;obvious," she said. "There must be a secret message from Dumbledore hidden in the&lt;br /&gt;icing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think there's anything hidden in the icing," said Scrimgeour, "but a Snitch&lt;br /&gt;would be a very good hiding place for a small object. You know why, I'm sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry shrugged, Hermione, however, answered: Harry thought that answering&lt;br /&gt;questions correctly was such a deeply ingrained habit she could not suppress the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because Snitches have flesh memories," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said Harry and Ron together; both considered Hermione's Quidditch&lt;br /&gt;knowledge negligible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Correct," said Scrimgeour. "A Snitch is not touched by bare skin before it is&lt;br /&gt;released, not even by the maker, who wears gloves. It carries an enchantment by which it&lt;br /&gt;can identify the first human to lay hands upon it, in case of a disputed capture. This&lt;br /&gt;Snitch" -- he held up the tiny golden ball -- "will remember your touch, Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me that Dumbledore, who had prodigious magical skill, whatever his&lt;br /&gt;other faults, might have enchanted this Snitch so that it will open only for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's heart was beating rather fast. He was sure that Scrimgeour was right. How&lt;br /&gt;could he avoid taking the Snitch with his bare hand in front of the Minister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't say anything," said Scrimgeour. "Perhaps you already know what the&lt;br /&gt;Snitch contains?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Harry, still wondering how he could appear to touch the Snitch without&lt;br /&gt;really doing so. If only he knew Legilimency, really knew it, and could read Hermione's&lt;br /&gt;mind; he could practically hear her brain whizzing beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take it," said Scrimgeour quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry met the Minister's yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He&lt;br /&gt;held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and place the Snitch, slowly and&lt;br /&gt;deliberately, into Harry's palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. As Harry's fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings&lt;br /&gt;fluttered and were still. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the&lt;br /&gt;now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was dramatic," said Harry coolly. Both Ron and Hermione laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all, then, is it?" asked Hermione, making to raise herself off the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not quite," said Scrimgeour, who looked bad tempered now. "Dumbledore left&lt;br /&gt;you a second bequest, Potter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" asked Harry, excitement rekindling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour did not bother to read from the will this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sword of Godric Gryffindor," he said. Hermione and Ron both stiffened.&lt;br /&gt;Harry looked around for a sign of the ruby-encrusted hilt, but Scrimgeour did not pull the&lt;br /&gt;sword from the leather pouch, which in any case looked much too small to contain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where is it?" Harry asked suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunately," said Scrimgeour, "that sword was not Dumbledore's to give&lt;br /&gt;away. The sword of Godric Gryffindor is an important historical artifact, and as such,&lt;br /&gt;belongs--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It belongs to Harry!" said Hermione hotly. "It chose him, he was the one who&lt;br /&gt;found it, it came to him out of the Sorting Hat--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to reliable historical sources, the sword may present itself to any&lt;br /&gt;worthy Gryffindor," said Scrimgeour. "That does not make it the exclusive property of&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Potter, whatever Dumbledore may have decided." Scrimgeour scratched his badly&lt;br /&gt;shaven cheek, scrutinizing Harry. "Why do you think--?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--Dumbledore wanted to give me the sword?" said Harry, struggling to keep his&lt;br /&gt;temper. "Maybe he thought it would look nice on my wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not a joke, Potter!" growled Scrimgeour. "Was it because Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;believed that only the sword of Godric Gryffindor could defeat the Heir of Slytherin? Did&lt;br /&gt;he wish to give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as do many, that you are the&lt;br /&gt;one destined to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interesting theory," said Harry. "Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that, instead of wasting&lt;br /&gt;their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban. So this&lt;br /&gt;is what you've been doing, Minister, shut up in your office, trying to break open a Snitch?&lt;br /&gt;People are dying – I was nearly one of them – Voldemort chased me across three&lt;br /&gt;countries, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but there's no word about any of that from the&lt;br /&gt;Ministry, has there? And you still expect us to cooperate with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go too far!" shouted Scrimgeour, standing up: Harry jumped to his feet too.&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour limped toward Harry and jabbed him hard in the chest with the point of his&lt;br /&gt;wand; It singed a hole in Harry's T-shirt like a lit cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi!" said Ron, jumping up and raising his own wand, but Harry said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! D'you want to give him an excuse to arrest us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remembered you're not at school, have you?" said Scrimgeour breathing hard&lt;br /&gt;into Harry's face. "Remembered that I am not Dumbledore, who forgave your insolence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and insubordination? You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a&lt;br /&gt;seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job! It's time you learned some respect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time you earned it." said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor trembled; there was a sound of running footsteps, then the door to the&lt;br /&gt;sitting room burst open and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ran in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We --- we thought we heard --" began Mr. Weasley, looking thoroughly alarmed&lt;br /&gt;at the sight of Harry and the Minister virtually nose to nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"—raised voices," panted Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour took a couple of steps back from Harry, glancing at the hole he had&lt;br /&gt;made in Harry's T-shirt. He seemed to regret his loss of temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It – it was nothing," he growled. "I … regret your attitude," he said, looking&lt;br /&gt;Harry full in the face once more. "You seem to think that the Ministry does not desire&lt;br /&gt;what you – what Dumbledore – desired. We ought to work together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like your methods, Minister," said Harry. "Remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time, he raised his right fist and displayed to Scrimgeour the scar&lt;br /&gt;that still showed white on the back of it, spelling I must not tell lies . Scrimgeour's&lt;br /&gt;expression hardened. He turned away without another word and limped from the room.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Weasley hurried after him; Harry heard her stop at the back door. After a minute or&lt;br /&gt;so she called, "He's gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did he want?" Mr. Weasley asked, looking around at Harry, Ron, and&lt;br /&gt;Hermione as Mrs. Weasley came hurrying back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To give us what Dumbledore left us," said Harry. "They've only just released the&lt;br /&gt;content of his will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside in the garden, over the dinner tables, the three objects Scrimgeour had&lt;br /&gt;given them were passed from hand to hand. Everyone exclaimed over the Deluminator&lt;br /&gt;and The Tales of Beedle the Bard and lamented the fact that Scrimgeour had refused to&lt;br /&gt;pass on the sword, but none of them could offer any suggestion as to why Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;would have left Harry an old Snitch. As Mr. Weasley examined the Deluminator for the&lt;br /&gt;third of fourth time, Mrs. Weasley said tentatively, "Harry, dear, everyone's awfully&lt;br /&gt;hungry we didn't like to start without you… Shall I serve dinner now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all ate rather hurriedly and then after a hasty chorus of "Happy Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;and much gulping of cake, the party broke up. Hagrid, who was invited to the wedding&lt;br /&gt;the following day, but was far too bulky to sleep in the overstretched Burrow, left to set&lt;br /&gt;up a tent for himself in a neighboring field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meet us upstairs," Harry whispered to Hermione, while they helped Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Weasley restore the garden to its normal state. "After everyone's gone to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the attic room, Ron examined his Deluminator, and Harry filled Hagrid's&lt;br /&gt;mokeskin purse, not with gold, but with those items he most prized, apparently worthless&lt;br /&gt;though some of them were the Marauder's Map, the shard of Sirius's enchanted mirror,&lt;br /&gt;and R.A.B.'s locket. He pulled the string tight and slipped the purse around his neck, then&lt;br /&gt;sat holding the old Snitch and watching its wings flutter feebly. At last, Hermione tapped&lt;br /&gt;on the door and tiptoed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muffiato," she whispered, waving her wand in the direction of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thought you didn't approve of that spell?" said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Times change," said Hermione. "Now, show us that Deluminator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron obliged at once. Holding I up in front of him, he clicked it. The solitary lamp&lt;br /&gt;they had lit went out at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The thing is," whispered Hermione through the dark, "we could have achieved&lt;br /&gt;that with Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small click, and the ball of light from the lamp flew back to the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling and illuminated them all once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still, it's cool," said Ron, a little defensively. "And from what they said,&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore invented it himself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know but, surely he wouldn't have singled you out in his will just to help us&lt;br /&gt;turn out the lights!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"D'you think he knew the Ministry would confiscate his will and examine&lt;br /&gt;everything he'd left us?" asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definitely," said Hermione. "He couldn't tell us in the will why he was leaving&lt;br /&gt;us these things, but that will doesn't explain…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"… why he couldn't have given us a hint when he was alive?" asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, exactly," said Hermione, now flicking through The Tales of Beedle the&lt;br /&gt;Bard. "If these things are important enough to pass on right under the nose of the&lt;br /&gt;Ministry, you'd think he'd have left us know why… unless he thought it was obvious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thought wrong, then, didn't he?" said Ron. "I always said he was mental.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant and everything, but cracked. Leaving Harry an old Snitch – what the hell was&lt;br /&gt;that about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've no idea," said Hermione. "When Scrimgeour made you take it, Harry, I was&lt;br /&gt;so sure that something was going to happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well," said Harry, his pulse quickened as he raised the Snitch in his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't going to try too hard in front of Scrimgeour was I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Snitch I caught in my first ever Quidditch match?" said Harry. "Don't you&lt;br /&gt;remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione looked simply bemused. Ron, however, gasped, pointing frantically&lt;br /&gt;from Harry to the Snitch and back again until he found his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was the one you nearly swallowed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly," said Harry, and with his heart beating fast, he pressed his mouth to the&lt;br /&gt;Snitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not open. Frustration and bitter disappointment welled up inside him: He&lt;br /&gt;lowered the golden sphere, but then Hermione cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writing! There's writing on it, quick, look!"&lt;br /&gt;He nearly dropped the Snitch in surprise and excitement. Hermione was quite right.&lt;br /&gt;Engraved upon the smooth golden surface, where seconds before there had been nothing,&lt;br /&gt;were five words written in the thin, slanted handwriting that Harry recognized as&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open at the close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had barely read them when the words vanished again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I open at the close…." What's that supposed to mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione and Ron shook their heads, looking blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I open at the close… at the close… I open at the close…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how often they repeated the words, with many different inflections,&lt;br /&gt;they were unable to wring any more meaning from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the sword," said Ron finally, when they had at last abandoned their attempts&lt;br /&gt;to divine meaning in the Snitch's inscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did he want Harry to have the sword?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why couldn't he just have told me?" Harry said quietly. "I was there, it was&lt;br /&gt;right there on the wall of his office during all our talks last year! If he wanted me to have&lt;br /&gt;it, why didn't he just give it to me then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt as thought he were sitting in an examination with a question he ought to&lt;br /&gt;have been able to answer in front of him, his brain slow and unresponsive. Was there&lt;br /&gt;something he had missed in the long talks with Dumbledore last year? Ought he to know&lt;br /&gt;what it all meant? Had Dumbledore expected him to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And as for this book." Said Hermione, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard … I've&lt;br /&gt;never even heard of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've never heard of The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" said Ron incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not," said Hermione in surprise. "Do you know them then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, of course I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry looked up, diverted. The circumstance of Ron having read a book that&lt;br /&gt;Hermione had not was unprecedented. Ron, however, looked bemused by their surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on! All the old kids' stories are supposed to be Beedle's aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;'The Fountain of Fair Fortune' … 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot'… 'Babbitty Rabbitty&lt;br /&gt;and her Cackling Stump'…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?" said Hermione giggling. "What was the last one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come off it!" said Ron, looking in disbelief from Harry to Hermione. "You&lt;br /&gt;must've heard of Babbitty Rabbitty –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ron, you know full well Harry and I were brought up by Muggles!" said&lt;br /&gt;Hermione. "We didn't hear stories like that when we were little, we heard 'Snow White&lt;br /&gt;and the Seven Dwarves' and 'Cinderella' –"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that, an illness?" asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So these are children's stories?" asked Hermione, bending against over the runes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." Said Ron uncertainly. "I mean, just what you hear, you know, that all&lt;br /&gt;these old stories came from Beedle. I dunno what they're like in the original versions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I wonder why Dumbledore thought I should read them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cracked downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably just Charlie, now Mum's asleep, sneaking off to regrow his hair," said&lt;br /&gt;Ron nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the same, we should get to bed," whispered Hermione. "It wouldn't do to&lt;br /&gt;oversleep tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," agreed Ron. "A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a&lt;br /&gt;bit of damper on the wedding. I'll get the light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he clicked the Deluminator once more as Hermione left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three o’clock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred and George&lt;br /&gt;standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the&lt;br /&gt;wedding guests. Harry had taken a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the&lt;br /&gt;double of a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village, Ottery St. Catchpole, from&lt;br /&gt;whom Fred had stolen hairs using a Summoning Charm. The plan was to introduce&lt;br /&gt;Harry as “Cousin Barny” and trust to the great number of Weasley relatives to&lt;br /&gt;camouflage him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All four of them were clutching seating plans, so that they could help show people&lt;br /&gt;to the right seats. A host of white-robed waiters had arrived an hour earlier, along with a&lt;br /&gt;golden jacketed band, and all of these wizards were currently sitting a short distance&lt;br /&gt;away under a tree. Harry could see a blue haze of pipe smoke issuing from the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Behind Harry, the entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile golden&lt;br /&gt;chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with&lt;br /&gt;white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden&lt;br /&gt;balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and&lt;br /&gt;wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow.&lt;br /&gt;Harry was rather uncomfortable. The Muggle boy whose appearance he was affecting&lt;br /&gt;was slightly fatter than him and his dress robes felt hot and tight in the full glare of a&lt;br /&gt;summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I get married,” said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, “I won’t&lt;br /&gt;be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a full&lt;br /&gt;Body Bird Curse on Mum until it’s all over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She wasn’t too bad this morning, considering,” said George. “Cried a bit about&lt;br /&gt;Percy not being here, but who wants him. Oh blimey, brace yourselves, here they come,&lt;br /&gt;look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brightly colored figures were appearing, one by one out of nowhere at the distant&lt;br /&gt;boundary of the yard. Within minutes a procession had formed, which began to snake its&lt;br /&gt;way up through the garden toward the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds&lt;br /&gt;fluttered on the witches’ hats, while precious gems glittered from many of the wizards’&lt;br /&gt;cravats; a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees&lt;br /&gt;as the crowd approached the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins,” said George, craning his neck for a&lt;br /&gt;better look. “They’ll need help understanding our English customs, I’ll look after&lt;br /&gt;them….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not so fast, Your Holeyness,” said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-&lt;br /&gt;aged witches heading for the procession, he said, “Here – permetiez moi to assister&lt;br /&gt;vous,” to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside.&lt;br /&gt;George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Weasley’s old Ministry-colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harry’s&lt;br /&gt;lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wotcher,” said a familiar voice as he came out of the marquee again and found&lt;br /&gt;Tonks and Lupin at the front of the queue. She had turned blonde for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;“Arthur told us you were the one with the curly hair. Sorry about last night,” she added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a whisper as Harry led them up the aisle. “The Ministry’s being very anti-werewolf at&lt;br /&gt;the museum and we thought our presence might not do you any favors.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s fine, I understand,” said Harry, speaking more to Lupin than Tonks. Lupin&lt;br /&gt;gave him a swift smile, but as they turned away Harry saw Lupin’s face fall again into&lt;br /&gt;lines of misery. He did not understand it, but there was no time to dwell on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid was causing a certain amount of disruption. Having misunderstood Fred’s&lt;br /&gt;directions as he had sat himself, not upon the magically enlarged and reinforced seat set&lt;br /&gt;aside for him in the back row, but on five sets that now resembled a large pile of golden&lt;br /&gt;matchsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While Mr. Weasley repaired the damage and Hagrid shouted apologies to&lt;br /&gt;anybody who would listen, Harry hurried back to the entrance to find Ron face-to-face&lt;br /&gt;with a most eccentric-looking wizard. Slightly cross-eyed, with shoulder-length white&lt;br /&gt;hair the texture of candyfloss, he wore a cap whose tassel dangled in front of his nose and&lt;br /&gt;robes of an eye-watering shade of egg-yolk yellow. An odd symbol, rather like a&lt;br /&gt;triangular eye, glistened from a golden chain around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Xenophilius Lovegood,” he said, extending a hand to Harry, “my daughter and I&lt;br /&gt;live just over the hill, so kind of the good Weasleys to invite us. But I think you know&lt;br /&gt;my Luna?” he added to Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes,” said Ron. “Isn’t she with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a&lt;br /&gt;glorious infestation! How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise&lt;br /&gt;little gnomes – or, to give them their correct name, the Gernumbli gardensi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ours do know a lot of excellent swear words,” said Ron, “but I think Fred and&lt;br /&gt;George taught them those.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He led a party of warlocks into the marquee as Luna rushed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hello, Harry!” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Er – my name’s Barry,” said Harry, flummoxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, have you changed that too?” she asked brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How did you know -?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, just your expression,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had&lt;br /&gt;accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you get over the brightness of it all,&lt;br /&gt;the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her&lt;br /&gt;ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Xenophilius, who was deep in conversation with an acquaintance, had missed the&lt;br /&gt;exchange between Luna and Harry. Biding the wizard farewell, he turned to his daughter,&lt;br /&gt;who held up her finger and said, “Daddy, look – one of the gnomes actually bit me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How wonderful! Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial.” Said Mr. Lovegood,&lt;br /&gt;seizing Luna’s outstretched fingers and examining the bleeding puncture marks. “Luna,&lt;br /&gt;my love, if you should feel any burgeoning talent today – perhaps an unexpected urge to&lt;br /&gt;sing opera or to declaims in Mermish – do not repress it! You may have been gifted by&lt;br /&gt;the Gernumblies!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron, passing them in the opposite direction let out a loud snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ron can laugh,” said Luna serenely as Harry led her and Xenophilius toward&lt;br /&gt;their seats, “but my father has done a lot of research on Gernumbli magic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” said Harry, who had long since decided not to challenge Luna or her&lt;br /&gt;father’s peculiar views. “Are you sure you don’t want to put anything on that bite,&lt;br /&gt;though?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, it’s fine,” said Luna, sucking her finger in a dreamy fashion and looking&lt;br /&gt;Harry up and down. “You look smart. I told Daddy most people would probably wear&lt;br /&gt;dress robes, but he believes you ought to wear sun colors to a wedding, for luck, you&lt;br /&gt;know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As she drifted off after her father, Ron reappeared with an elderly witch clutching&lt;br /&gt;his arm. Her beaky nose, red-rimmed eyes, and leathery pink hat gave her the look of a&lt;br /&gt;bad-tempered flamingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “…and your hair’s much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Ginevra. Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an&lt;br /&gt;omelet. And who are you?” she barked at Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yeah, Auntie Muriel, this is our cousin Barny.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Another Weasley? You breed like gnomes. Isn’t Harry Potter here? I was&lt;br /&gt;hoping to meet him. I thought he was a friend of yours, Ronald, or have you merely been&lt;br /&gt;boasting?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No – he couldn’t come –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hmm. Made an excuse, did he? Not as gormless as he looks in press&lt;br /&gt;photographs, then. I’ve just been instructing the bride on how best to wear my tiara,” she&lt;br /&gt;shouted at Harry. “Goblin-made, you know, and been in my family for centuries. She’s a&lt;br /&gt;good-looking girl, but still – French. Well, well, find me a good seat, Ronald, I am a&lt;br /&gt;hundred and seven and I ought not to be on my feet too long.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron gave Harry a meaningful look as he passed and did not reappear for some&lt;br /&gt;time. When next they met at the entrance, Harry had shown a dozen more people to their&lt;br /&gt;places. The Marquee was nearly full now and for the first time there was no queue&lt;br /&gt;outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nightmare, Muriel is,” said Ron, mopping his forehead on his sleeve. “She used&lt;br /&gt;to come for Christmas every year, then, thank God, she took offense because Fred and&lt;br /&gt;George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at diner. Dad always says she’ll have written&lt;br /&gt;them out of her will – like they care, they’re going to end up richer than anyone in the&lt;br /&gt;family, rate they’re going… Wow,” he added, blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came&lt;br /&gt;hurrying toward them. “You look great!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Always the tone of surprise,” said Hermione, though she smiled. She was&lt;br /&gt;wearing a floaty, lilac-colored dress with matching high heels; her hair was sleek and&lt;br /&gt;shiny. “Your Great-Aunt Muriel doesn’t agree, I just met her upstairs while she was&lt;br /&gt;giving Fleur the tiara. She said, ‘Oh dear, is this the Muggle-born?’ and then, ‘Bad&lt;br /&gt;posture and skinny ankles.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t take it personally, she’s rude to everyone,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Talking about Muriel?” inquired George, reemerging from the marquee with&lt;br /&gt;Fred. “Yeah, she’s just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius&lt;br /&gt;was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wasn’t he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty-four hours later?” asked&lt;br /&gt;Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, yeah, he went a bit odd toward the end,” conceded George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party,” said Fred. “He&lt;br /&gt;used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his&lt;br /&gt;robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, he sounds a real charmer,” said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Never married, for some reason,” said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You amaze me,” said Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They were all laughing so much that none of them noticed the latecomer, a dark-&lt;br /&gt;haired young man with a large, curved nose and thick black eyebrows, until he held out&lt;br /&gt;his invitation to Ron and said, with his eyes on Hermione, “You look vunderful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Viktor!” she shrieked, and dropped her small beaded bag, which made a loud&lt;br /&gt;thump quite disproportionate to its size. As she scrambled, blushing, to pick it up, she&lt;br /&gt;said “I didn’t know you were – goodness – it’s lovely to see – how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron’s ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Krum’s invitation as if&lt;br /&gt;he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, “how come you’re here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Fleur invited me,” said Krum, eyebrows raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry, who had no grudge against Krum, shook hands; then feeling that it would&lt;br /&gt;be prudent to remove Krum from Ron’s vicinity, offered to show him his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your friend is not pleased to see me,” said Krum, as they entered the now&lt;br /&gt;packed marquee. “Or is he a relative?” he added with a glance at Harry’s red curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Cousin.” Harry muttered, but Krum was not really listening. His appearance was&lt;br /&gt;causing a stir, particularly amongst the veela cousins: He was, after all, a famous&lt;br /&gt;Quidditch player. While people were still craning their necks to get a good look at him,&lt;br /&gt;Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came hurrying down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Time to sit down,” Fred told Harry, “or we’re going to get run over by the&lt;br /&gt;bride.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and&lt;br /&gt;George. Hermione looked rather pink and Ron’s ears were still scarlet. After a few&lt;br /&gt;moments he muttered to Harry, “Did you see he’s grown a stupid little beard?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry gave a noncommittal grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A sense of jittery anticipation had filled the warm tent, the general murmuring&lt;br /&gt;broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley strolled up the&lt;br /&gt;aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand-new set of&lt;br /&gt;amethyst colored robes with a matching hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both&lt;br /&gt;wearing dress robes, with larger white roses in their buttonholes; Fred wolf-whistled and&lt;br /&gt;there was an outbreak of giggling from the veela cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as&lt;br /&gt;music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ooooh!” said Hermione, swiveling around in her seat to look at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur&lt;br /&gt;Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed&lt;br /&gt;everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Ginny and&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usual and once Fleur&lt;br /&gt;had reached for him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrit Greyback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock,&lt;br /&gt;Harry saw the same small, tufty-hired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore’s funeral,&lt;br /&gt;now standing in front of Bill and Fleur. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the&lt;br /&gt;union of two faithful souls…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, my tiara set off the whole thing nicely,” said Auntie Muriel in a rather&lt;br /&gt;carrying whisper. “But I must say, Ginevra’s dress is far too low cut.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ginny glanced around, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front&lt;br /&gt;again. Harry’s mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to the afternoons&lt;br /&gt;spent alone with Ginny in lonely parts of the school grounds. They seemed so long ago;&lt;br /&gt;they had always seemed too good to be true, as though he had been stealing shining hours&lt;br /&gt;from a normal person’s life, a person without a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the front row, Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly&lt;br /&gt;into scraps of lace. Trumpetlike sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Hermione turned&lt;br /&gt;around and beamed at Harry; her eyes too were full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “…then I declare you bonded for life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The tufty-haired wizard waved his hand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and&lt;br /&gt;a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their now entwined figures. As&lt;br /&gt;Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overhead burst. Birds of&lt;br /&gt;paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and&lt;br /&gt;chimes to the din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ladies and gentlemen!” called the tufty-haired wizard. “If you would please&lt;br /&gt;stand up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They all did so, Auntie Muriel grumbling audibly; he waved his wand again. The&lt;br /&gt;scars on which they had been sitting rose gracefully into the air as the canvas walls of the&lt;br /&gt;marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy supported by golden poles, with a&lt;br /&gt;glorious view of the sunlit orchard and surrounding countryside. Next, a pool of molten&lt;br /&gt;gold spread from the center of the tent to form a gleaming dance floor; the hovering&lt;br /&gt;chairs grouped themselves around small, white-clothed tables, which all floated&lt;br /&gt;gracefully back to earth round it, and the golden-jacketed hand trooped toward a podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Smooth,” said Ron approvingly as the waiters popped up on all sides, some&lt;br /&gt;hearing silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and firewhisky, others tottering piles of&lt;br /&gt;tarts and sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We should go and congratulate them!” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe to see&lt;br /&gt;the place where Bill and Fleur had vanished amid a crowd of well-wishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We’ll have time later,” shrugged Ron, snatching three butterbeers from a passing&lt;br /&gt;tray and handing one to Harry. “Hermione, cop hold, let’s grab a table…. Not there!&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere near Muriel –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron led the way across the empty dance floor, glancing left and right as he went;&lt;br /&gt;Harry felt sure that he was keeping an eye out for Krum. By the time they had reached&lt;br /&gt;the other side of the marquee, most of the tables were occupied: The emptiest was the one&lt;br /&gt;where Luna sat alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “All right if we join you?” asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yes,” she said happily. “Daddy’s just gone to give Bill and Fleur our&lt;br /&gt;present.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it, a lifetime’s supply of Gurdyroots?” asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hermione aimed a kick at him under the table, but caught Harry instead. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;watering in pain, Harry lost track of the conversation for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The band had begun to play, Bill and Fleur took to the dance floor first, to great&lt;br /&gt;applause; after a while, Mr. Weasley led Madame Delacour onto the floor, followed by&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley and Fleur’s father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I like this song,” said Luna, swaying in time to the waltzlike tune, and a few&lt;br /&gt;seconds later she stood up and glided onto the dance floor, where she revolved on the&lt;br /&gt;spot, quite alone, eyes closed and waving her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She’s great isn’t she?” said Ron admiringly. “Always good value.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the smile vanished from his face at once: Viktor Krum had dropped into&lt;br /&gt;Luna’s vacant seat. Hermione looked pleasurably flustered but this time Krum had not&lt;br /&gt;come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, “Who is that man in the&lt;br /&gt;yellow?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His&lt;br /&gt;pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the&lt;br /&gt;clear provocation. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into&lt;br /&gt;the growing throng on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Er – sort of,” said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who are you?” Krum asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Barny Weasley.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They shook hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You, Barny – you know this man Lovegood well?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No, I only met him today. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum glowered over the top of his drink, watching Xenophilius, who was chatting&lt;br /&gt;to several warlocks on the other side of the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Because,” said Krum, “If he vus not a guest of Fleur’s I vould dud him, here and&lt;br /&gt;now, for veering that filthy sign upon his chest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sign?” said Harry, looking over at Xenophilius too. The strange triangular eye&lt;br /&gt;was gleaming on his chest. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Grindelvald. That is Grindelvald’s sign.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Grindelwald… the Dark wizard Dumbledore defeated?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Exactly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum’s jaw muscles worked as if he were chewing, then he said, “Grindelvald&lt;br /&gt;killed many people, my grandfather, for instance. Of course, he vos never powerful in&lt;br /&gt;this country, they said he feared Dumbledore – and rightly, seeing how he vos finished.&lt;br /&gt;But this” – he pointed a finger at Xenophilius – “this is his symbol, I recognized it at&lt;br /&gt;vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ver he vos a pupil there. Some&lt;br /&gt;idiots copied it onto their books and clothes thinking to shock, make themselves&lt;br /&gt;impressive – until those of us who had lost family members to Grindelvald taught them&lt;br /&gt;better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum cracked his knuckles menacingly and glowered at Xenophilius. Harry felt&lt;br /&gt;perplexed. It seemed incredibly unlikely that Luna’s father was a supporter of the Dark&lt;br /&gt;Arts, and nobody else in the tent seemed to have recognized the triangular, finlike shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you – er – quite sure it’s Grindelwald’s -?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I am not mistaken,” said Krum coldly. “I walked past that sign for several years,&lt;br /&gt;I know it vell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, there’s a chance,” said Harry, “that Xenophilius doesn’t actually know&lt;br /&gt;what the symbol means, the Lovegoods are quite… unusual. He could have easily picked&lt;br /&gt;it up somewhere and think it’s a cross section of the head of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack&lt;br /&gt;or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The cross section of a vot?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, I don’t know what they are, but apparently he and his daughter go on&lt;br /&gt;holiday looking for them….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry felt he was doing a bad job explaining Luna and her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s her,” he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her&lt;br /&gt;arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vy is she doing that?” asked Krum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt,” said Harry, who recognized the&lt;br /&gt;symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum did not seem to know whether or not Harry was making fun of him. He&lt;br /&gt;drew his hand from inside his robe and tapped it menacingly on his thighs; sparks flew&lt;br /&gt;out of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Gregorovitch!” said Harry loudly, and Krum started, but Harry was too excited&lt;br /&gt;to care; the memory had come back to him at the sight of Krum’s wand: Ollivander&lt;br /&gt;taking it and examining it carefully before the Triwizard Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vot about him?” asked Krum suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He’s a wandmaker!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I know that,” said Krum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He made your wand! That’s why I thought – Quidditch –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum was looking more and more suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How do you know Gregorovitch made my wand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I…I read it somewhere, I think,” said Harry. “In a – a fan magazine,” he&lt;br /&gt;improvised wildly and Krum looked mollified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I had not realized I ever discussed my vand with fans,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So… er… where is Gregorowitch these days?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum looked puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He retired several years ago. I was one of the last to purchase a Gregorovitch&lt;br /&gt;vand. They are the best –although I know, of course, that your Britons set much store by&lt;br /&gt;Ollivander.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry did not answer. He pretended to watch the dancers, like Krum, but he was&lt;br /&gt;thinking hard. So Voldemort was looking for a celebrated wandmaker and Harry did not&lt;br /&gt;have to search far for a reason. It was surely because of what Harry’ wand had done on&lt;br /&gt;the night that Voldemort pursued him across the skies. The holly and phoenix feather&lt;br /&gt;wand had conquered the borrowed wand, some thing that Ollivander had not anticipated&lt;br /&gt;or understood. Would Gregorowitch know better? Was he truly more skilled than&lt;br /&gt;Ollivander, did he know secrets of wands that Ollivander did not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “This girl is very nice-looking,” Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna. “She is also a relative of yours?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Harry, suddenly irritated, “and she’s seeing someone. Jealous type.&lt;br /&gt;Big bloke. You wouldn’t want to cross him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krum grunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vot,” he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, “is the point of&lt;br /&gt;being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And he strode off leaving Harry to take a sandwich from a passing waiter and&lt;br /&gt;make his way around the edge of the crowded dance floor. He wanted to find Ron, to tell&lt;br /&gt;him about Gregorovitch, but he was dancing with Hermione out in the middle of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Harry leaned up against one of the golden pillars and watched Ginny, who was now&lt;br /&gt;dancing with Fred and George’s friend Lee Jordan, trying not to feel resentful about the&lt;br /&gt;promise he had given Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had never been to a wedding before, so he could not judge how Wizarding&lt;br /&gt;celebrations differed from Muggle ones, though he was pretty sure that the latter would&lt;br /&gt;not involve a wedding cake topped with two model phoenixes that took flight when the&lt;br /&gt;cake was cut, or bottles of champagne that floated unsupported through the crowd. As&lt;br /&gt;the evening drew in, and moths began to swoop under the canopy, now lit with floating&lt;br /&gt;golden lanterns, the revelry became more and more uncontained. Fred and George had&lt;br /&gt;long since disappeared into the darkness with a pair of Fleur’s cousins; Charlie, Hagrid,&lt;br /&gt;and a squat wizard in a purple porkpie hat were singing “Odo the Hero” in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wandering through the crowd so as to escape a drunken uncle of Ron’s who&lt;br /&gt;seemed unsure whether or not Harry was his son, Harry spotted an old wizard sitting&lt;br /&gt;alone at a table. His cloud of white hair made him look rather like an aged dandelion&lt;br /&gt;clock and was topped by a moth-eaten fez. He was vaguely familiar: Racking his brains,&lt;br /&gt;Harry suddenly realized that this was Elphias Doge, member of the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;and the writer of Dumbledore’s obituary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry approached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “May I sit down?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Of course, of course,” said Doge; he had a rather high-pitched, wheezy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry leaned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Mr. Doge, I’m Harry Potter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doge gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My dear boy! Arthur told me you were here, disguised…. I am so glad, so&lt;br /&gt;honored!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In a flutter of nervous pleasure Doge poured Harry a goblet of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I thought of writing to you,” he whispered, “after Dumbledore… the shock…&lt;br /&gt;and for you, I am sure…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doge’s tiny eyes filled with sudden tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I saw the obituary you wrote for the Daily Prophet,” said Harry. “I didn’t realize&lt;br /&gt;you knew Professor Dumbledore so well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “As well as anyone,” said Doge, dabbing his eyes with a napkin. “Certainly I&lt;br /&gt;knew him longest, if you don’t count Aberforth – and somehow, people never do seem to&lt;br /&gt;count Aberforth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Speaking of the Daily Prophet… I don’t know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Elphias, I don’t know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doge’s face flooded with angry color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more accurate term,&lt;br /&gt;positively pestered me to talk to her, I am ashamed to say that I became rather rude,&lt;br /&gt;called her an interfering trout, which resulted, as you my have seen, in aspersions cast&lt;br /&gt;upon my sanity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, in that interview,” Harry went on, “Rita Skeeter hinted that Professor&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore was involved in the Dark Arts when he was young.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t believe a word of it!” said Doge at once. “Not a word, Harry! Let nothing&lt;br /&gt;tarnish your memories of Albus Dumbledore!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry looked into Doge’s earnest, pained face, and felt, not reassured, but&lt;br /&gt;frustrated. Did Doge really think it was that easy, that Harry could simply choose not to&lt;br /&gt;believe? Didn’t Doge understand Harry’s need to be sure, to know everything?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps Doge suspected Harry’s feelings, for he looked concerned and hurried on,&lt;br /&gt;“Harry, Rita Skeeter is a dreadful –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But he was interrupted by a shrill cackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Rita Skeeter? Oh, I love her, always read her!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry and Doge looked up to see Auntie Muriel standing there, the plumes&lt;br /&gt;dancing on her hair, a goblet of champagne in her hand. “She’s written a book about&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore, you know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Muriel,” said Doge, “Yes, we were just discussing –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You there! Give me your chair, I’m a hundred and seven!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another redheaded Weasley cousin jumped off his seat, looking alarmed, and&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Muriel swung it around with surprising strength and plopped herself down upon it&lt;br /&gt;between Doge and Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hello again, Barry or whatever your name is,” she said to Harry, “Now what&lt;br /&gt;were you saying about Rita Skeeter, Elphias? You know, she’s written a biography of&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore? I can’t wait to read it. I must remember to place an order at Flourish and&lt;br /&gt;Blotts!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doge looked stiff and solemn at this but Auntie Muriel drained her goblet and&lt;br /&gt;clicked her bony fingers at a passing waiter for a replacement. She took another large&lt;br /&gt;gulp of champagne, belched and then said, “There’s no need to look like a pair of stuffed&lt;br /&gt;frogs! Before he became so respected and respectable and all that tosh, there were some&lt;br /&gt;mighty funny rumors about Albus!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ill-informed sniping,” said Doge, turning radish-colored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You would say that, Elphias,” cackled Auntie Muriel. “I noticed how you skated&lt;br /&gt;over the sticky patches in that obituary of yours!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry you think so,” said Doge, more coldly still. “I assure you I was writing&lt;br /&gt;from the heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, we all know you worshipped Dumbledore; I daresay you’ll still think he was&lt;br /&gt;a saint even if it does turn out that he did away with his Squib sister!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Muriel!” exclaimed Doge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through&lt;br /&gt;Harry’s chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What do you mean?” he asked Muriel. “Who said his sister was a Squib? I&lt;br /&gt;thought she was ill?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thought wrong, then, didn’t you, Barry!” said Auntie Muriel, looking delighted&lt;br /&gt;at the effect she had produced. “Anyway, how could you expect to know anything about&lt;br /&gt;it! IT all happened years and years before you were even thought of, my dear, and the&lt;br /&gt;truth is that those of us who were alive then never knew what really happened. That’s&lt;br /&gt;why I can’t wait to find out what Skeeter’s unearthed! Dumbledore kept that sister of his&lt;br /&gt;quiet for a long time!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Untrue!” wheezed Doge, “Absolutely untrue!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He never told me his sister as a Squib,” said Harry, without thinking, still cold&lt;br /&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And why on earth would he tell you?” screeched Muriel, swaying a little in her&lt;br /&gt;seat as she attempted to focus upon Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The reason Albus never spoke about Ariana,” began Elphias in a voice stiff with&lt;br /&gt;emotion, “is, I should have thought, quite clear. He was so devastated by her death –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why did nobody ever see her, Elphias?” squawked Muriel, “Why did half of us&lt;br /&gt;never even know she existed, until they carried the coffin out of the house and held a&lt;br /&gt;funeral for her? Where was saintly Albus while Ariana was locked in the cellar? Off&lt;br /&gt;being brilliant at Hogwarts, and never mind what was going on in his own house!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What d’you mean, locked in the cellar?” asked Harry. “What is this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doge looked wretched. Auntie Muriel cackled again and answered Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Dumbledore’s mother was a terrifying woman, simply terrifying. Muggle-born,&lt;br /&gt;though I heard she pretended otherwise-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She never pretended anything of the sort! Kendra was a fine woman,” whispered&lt;br /&gt;Doge miserably, but Auntie Muriel ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “- proud and very domineering, the sort of witch who would have been mortified&lt;br /&gt;to produce a Squib-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ariana was not a Squib!” wheezed Doge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So you say, Elphias, but explain, then, why she never attended Hogwarts!” said&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Muriel. She turned back to Harry. “In our day, Squibs were often hushed up,&lt;br /&gt;thought to take it to the extreme of actually imprisoning a little girl in the house and&lt;br /&gt;pretending she didn’t exist –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I tell you, that’s not what happened!” said Doge, but Auntie Muriel&lt;br /&gt;steamrollered on, still addressing Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Squibs were usually shipped off to Muggle schools and encouraged to integrate&lt;br /&gt;into the Muggle community… much kinder than trying to find them a place in the&lt;br /&gt;Wizarding world, where they must always be second class, but naturally Kendra&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore wouldn’t have dreamed of letting her daughter go to a Muggle school –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ariana was delicate!” said Doge desperately. “Her health was always too poor to&lt;br /&gt;permit her –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “- to permit her to leave the house?” cackled Muriel. “And yet she was never&lt;br /&gt;taken to St. Mungo’s and no Healer was ever summoned to see her!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Really, Muriel, how can you possibly know whether –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “For your information, Elphias, my cousin Lancelot was a Healer at St. Mungo’s&lt;br /&gt;at the time, and he told my family in strictest confidence that Ariana had never been seen&lt;br /&gt;there. All most suspicious, Lancelot thought!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doge looked to be on the verge of tears. Auntie Muriel, who seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;enjoying herself hugely, snapped her fingers for more champagne. Numbly Harry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of how the Dursleys had once shut him up, locked him away, kept him out of&lt;br /&gt;sight, all for the crime of being a wizard. Had Dumbledore’s sister suffered the same fate&lt;br /&gt;in reverse: imprisoned for her lack of magic? And had Dumbledore truly left her to her&lt;br /&gt;fate while he went off to Hogwarts to prove himself brilliant and talented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Now, if Kendra hadn’t died first,” Muriel resumed, “I’d have said that it was she&lt;br /&gt;who finished off Ariana –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How can you, Muriel!” groaned Doge. “A mother kill her own daughter? Think&lt;br /&gt;what you’re saying!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If the mother in question was capable of imprisoning her daughter for years on&lt;br /&gt;end, why not?” shrugged Auntie Muriel. “But as I say, it doesn’t fit, because Kendra died&lt;br /&gt;before Ariana – of what, nobody ever seemed sure-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, Ariana might have made a desperate bid for freedom and killed Kendra in&lt;br /&gt;the struggle,” said Auntie Muriel thoughtfully. “Shake your head all you like, Elphias.&lt;br /&gt;You were at Ariana’s funeral, were you not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes I was,” said Doge, through trembling lips,” and a more desperately sad&lt;br /&gt;occasion I cannot remember. Albus was heartbroken-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “His heart wasn’t the only thing. Didn’t Aberforth break Albus’ nose halfway&lt;br /&gt;through the service?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If Doge had looked horrified before this, it was nothing to how he looked now.&lt;br /&gt;Muriel might have stabbed him. She cackled loudly and took another swig of champagne,&lt;br /&gt;which dribbled down her chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How do you -?” croaked Doge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My mother was friendly with old Bathilda Bagshot,” said Auntie Muriel happily.&lt;br /&gt;“Bathilda described the whole thing to mother while I was listening at the door. A&lt;br /&gt;coffin-side brawl. The way Bathilda told it, Aberforth shouted that it was all Albus’ fault&lt;br /&gt;that Ariana was dead and then punched him in the face. According to Bathilda, Albus did&lt;br /&gt;not even defend himself, and that’s odd enough in itself. Albus could have destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Aberforth in a duel with both hands tied behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Muriel swigged yet more champagne. The recitation of those old scandals&lt;br /&gt;seemed to elate her as much as they horrified Doge. Harry did not know what to think,&lt;br /&gt;what to believe. He wanted the truth and yet all Doge did was sit there and bleat feebly&lt;br /&gt;that Ariana had been ill. Harry could hardly believe that Dumbledore would not have&lt;br /&gt;intervened if such cruelty was happening inside his own house, and yet there was&lt;br /&gt;undoubtedly something odd about the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And I’ll tell you something else,” Muriel said, hiccupping slightly as she lowered&lt;br /&gt;her goblet. “I think Bathilda has spilled the beans to Rita Skeeter. All those hints in&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter’s interview about an important source close to the Dumbledores – goodness&lt;br /&gt;knows she was there all through the Ariana business, and it would fit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bathilda, would never talk to Rita Skeeter!” whispered Doge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bathilda Bagshot?” Harry said. “The author of A History of Magic?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The name was printed on the front of one of Harry’s textbooks, though admittedly&lt;br /&gt;not one of the ones he had read more attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes,” said Doge, clutching at Harry’s question like a drowning man at a life heir.&lt;br /&gt;“A most gifted magical historian and an old friend of Albus’s.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Quite gaga these days, I’ve heard,” said Auntie Muriel cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If that is so, it is even more dishonorable for Skeeter to have taken advantage of&lt;br /&gt;her,” said Doge, “and no reliance can be placed on anything Bathilda may have said!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, there are ways of bringing back memories, and I’m sure Rita Skeeter knows&lt;br /&gt;them all,” said Auntie Muriel “But even if Bathilda’s completely cuckoo, I’m sure she’d&lt;br /&gt;still have old photographs, maybe even letters. She knew the Dumbledores for years….&lt;br /&gt;Well worth a trip to Godric’s Hollow, I’d have thought.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry, who had been taking a sip of butterbeer, choked. Doge banged him on the&lt;br /&gt;back as Harry coughed, looking at Auntie Muriel through streaming eyes. Once he had&lt;br /&gt;control of his voice again, he asked, “Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godric’s Hollow?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yes, she’s been there forever! The Dumbledores moved there after Percival&lt;br /&gt;was imprisoned, and she was their neighbor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Dumbledores lived in Godric’s Hollows?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, Barry, that’s what I just said,” said Auntie Muriel testily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry felt drained, empty. Never once, in six years, had Dumbledore told Harry&lt;br /&gt;that they had both lived and lost loved ones in Godric’s Hollow. Why? Were Lily and&lt;br /&gt;James buried close to Dumbledore’s mother and sister? Had Dumbledore visited their&lt;br /&gt;graves, perhaps walked past Lily’s and James’s to do so? And he had never once told&lt;br /&gt;Harry … never bothered to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And why it was so important, Harry could not explain even to himself, yet he felt&lt;br /&gt;it had been tantamount to a lie not to tell him that they had this place and these&lt;br /&gt;experiences in common. He stared ahead of him, barely noticing what was going on&lt;br /&gt;around him, and did not realize that Hermione had appeared out of the crowd until she&lt;br /&gt;drew up a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I simply can’t dance anymore,” she panted, slipping of one of her shoes and&lt;br /&gt;rubbing the sole of her foot. “Ron’s gone looking to find more butterbeers. It’s a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just seen Viktor storming away from Luna’s father, it looked like they’d been&lt;br /&gt;arguing –“ She dropped her voice, staring at him. “Harry, are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry did not know where to begin, but it did not matter, at that moment,&lt;br /&gt;something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers.&lt;br /&gt;Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus’s mouth&lt;br /&gt;opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Place to Hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed fuzzy, slow. Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet and&lt;br /&gt;drew their wands. Many people were only just realizing that something strange had&lt;br /&gt;happened; heads were still turning toward the silver cat as it vanished. Silence spread&lt;br /&gt;outward in cold ripples from the place where the Patronus had landed. Then somebody&lt;br /&gt;screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry and Hermione threw themselves into the panicking crowd. Guests were&lt;br /&gt;sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around&lt;br /&gt;the Burrow had broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ron!” Hermione cried. “Ron, where are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As they pushed their way across the dance floor, Harry saw cloaked and masked&lt;br /&gt;figures appearing in the crowd; then he saw Lupin and Tonks, their wands raised, and&lt;br /&gt;heard both of them shout, “Protego!”, a cry that was echoed on all sides –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffered by&lt;br /&gt;terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they weren’t separated as a streak of&lt;br /&gt;light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm or something more sinister he&lt;br /&gt;did not know –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm, and Harry felt&lt;br /&gt;her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him;&lt;br /&gt;all he could feel was Hermione’s hand as he was squeezed through space and time, away&lt;br /&gt;from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort himself. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Where are we?” said Ron’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry opened his eyes. For a moment he thought they had not left the wedding&lt;br /&gt;after all; They still seemed to be surrounded by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tottenham Court Road,” panted Hermione. “Walk, just walk, we need to find&lt;br /&gt;somewhere for you to change.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry did as she asked. They half walked, half ran up the wide dark street&lt;br /&gt;thronged with late-night revelers and lined with closed shops, stars twinkling above them.&lt;br /&gt;A double-decker bus rumbled by and a group of merry pub-goers ogled them as they&lt;br /&gt;passed; Harry and Ron were still wearing dress robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hermione, we haven’t got anything to change into,” Ron told her, as a young&lt;br /&gt;woman burst into raucous giggles at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why didn’t I make sure I had the Invisibility Cloak with me?” said Harry,&lt;br /&gt;inwardly cursing his own stupidity. “All last year I kept it on me and –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s okay, I’ve got the Cloak, I’ve got clothes for both of you,” said Hermione,&lt;br /&gt;“Just try and act naturally until – this will do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She led them down a side street, then into the shelter of a shadowy alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “When you say you’ve got the Cloak, and clothes . . .” said Harry, frowning at&lt;br /&gt;Hermione, who was carrying nothing except her small beaded handbag, in which she was&lt;br /&gt;now rummaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, they’re here,” said Hermione, and to Harry and Ron’s utter astonishment,&lt;br /&gt;she pulled out a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, some maroon socks, and finally the silvery&lt;br /&gt;Invisibility Cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How the ruddy hell – ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Undetectable Extension Charm,” said Hermione. “Tricky, but I think I’ve done it&lt;br /&gt;okay; anyway, I managed to fit everything we need in here.” She gave the fragile-looking&lt;br /&gt;bag a little shake and it echoed like a cargo hold as a number of heavy objects rolled&lt;br /&gt;around inside it. “Oh, damn, that’ll be the books,” she said, peering into it, “and I had&lt;br /&gt;them all stacked by subject. . . . Oh well. . . . Harry, you’d better take the Invisibility&lt;br /&gt;Cloak. Ron, hurry up and change. . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “When did you do all this?” Harry asked as Ron stripped off his robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I told you at the Burrow, I’ve had the essentials packed for days, you know, in&lt;br /&gt;case we needed to make a quick getaway. I packed your rucksack this morning, Harry,&lt;br /&gt;after you changed, and put it in here. . . . I just had a feeling. . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re amazing, you are,” said Ron, handing her his bundled-up robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into&lt;br /&gt;the bag. “Please, Harry, get that Cloak on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry threw his Invisibility Cloak around his shoulders and pulled it up over his&lt;br /&gt;head, vanishing from sight. He was only just beginning to appreciate what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The others – everybody at the wedding –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We can’t worry about that now,” whispered Hermione. “It’s you they’re after,&lt;br /&gt;Harry, and we’ll just put everyone in even more danger by going back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She’s right,” said Ron, who seemed to know that Harry was about to argue, even&lt;br /&gt;if he could not see his face. “Most of the Order was there, they’ll look after everyone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry nodded, then remembered that they could not see him, and said, “Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;But he thought of Ginny, and fear bubbled like acid in his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Come on, I think we ought to keep moving,” said Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They moved back up the side street and onto the main road again, where a group&lt;br /&gt;of men on the opposite side was singing and weaving across the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Just as a matter of interest, why Tottenham Court Road?” Ron asked Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ve no idea, it just popped into my head, but I’m sure we’re safer out in the&lt;br /&gt;Muggle world, it’s not where they’ll expect us to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “True,” said Ron, looking around, “but don’t you feel a bit – exposed?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Where else is there?” asked Hermione, cringing as the men on the other side of&lt;br /&gt;the road started wolf-whistling at her. “We can hardly book rooms at the Leaky Cauldron,&lt;br /&gt;can we? And Grimmauld Place is out if Snape can get in there. . . . I suppose we could try&lt;br /&gt;my parents’ home, though I think there’s a chance they might check there. . . . Oh, I wish&lt;br /&gt;they’d shut up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “All right, darling?” the drunkest of the men on the other pavement was yelling.&lt;br /&gt;“Fancy a drink? Ditch ginger and come and have a pint!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s sit down somewhere,” Hermione said hastily as Ron opened his mouth to&lt;br /&gt;shout back across the road. “Look, this will do, in here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a small and shabby all-night café. A light layer of grease lay on all the&lt;br /&gt;Formica-topped tables, but it was at least empty. Harry slipped into a booth first and Ron&lt;br /&gt;sat next to him opposite Hermione, who had her back to the entrance and did not like it:&lt;br /&gt;She glanced over her shoulder so frequently she appeared to have a twitch. Harry did not&lt;br /&gt;like being stationary; walking had given the illusion that they had a goal. Beneath the&lt;br /&gt;Cloak he could feel the last vestiges of Polyjuice leaving him, his hands returning to their&lt;br /&gt;usual length and shape. He pulled his glasses out of his pocket and put them on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a minute or two, Ron said, “You know, we’re not far from the Leaky&lt;br /&gt;Cauldron here, it’s only in Charing Cross –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ron, we can’t!” said Hermione at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not to stay there, but to find out what’s going on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We know what’s going on! Voldemort’s taken over the Ministry, what else do&lt;br /&gt;we need to know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay, okay, it was just an idea!”&lt;br /&gt;They relapsed into a prickly silence. The gum-chewing waitress shuffled over and&lt;br /&gt;Hermione ordered two cappuccinos: As Harry was invisible, it would have looked odd to&lt;br /&gt;order him one. A pair of burly workmen entered the café and squeezed into the next&lt;br /&gt;booth. Hermione dropped her voice to a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I say we find a quiet place to Disapparate and head for the countryside. Once&lt;br /&gt;we’re there, we could send a message to the Order.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Can you do that talking Patronus thing, then?” asked Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ve been practicing and I think so,” said Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, as long as it doesn’t get them into trouble, though they might’ve been&lt;br /&gt;arrested already. God, that’s revolting,” Ron added after one sip of the foamy, grayish&lt;br /&gt;coffee. The waitress had heard; she shot Ron a nasty look as she shuffled off to take the&lt;br /&gt;new customers’ orders. The larger of the two workmen, who was blond and quite huge,&lt;br /&gt;now that Harry came to look at him, waved her away. She stared, affronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s get going, then, I don’t want to drink this muck,” said Ron. “Hermione,&lt;br /&gt;have you got Muggle money to pay for this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, I took out all my Building Society savings before I came to the Burrow. I’ll&lt;br /&gt;bet all the change is at the bottom,” sighed Hermione, reaching for her beaded bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The two workmen made identical movements, and Harry mirrored them without&lt;br /&gt;conscious thought: All three of them drew their wands. Ron, a few seconds late in&lt;br /&gt;realizing what was going on, lunged across the table, pushing Hermione sideways onto&lt;br /&gt;her bench. The force of the Death Eaters’ spells shattered the tiled wall where Ron’s head&lt;br /&gt;had just been, as Harry, still invisible, yelled, “Stupefy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The great blond Death Eater was hit in the face by a jet of red light: He slumped&lt;br /&gt;sideways, unconscious. His companion, unable to see who had cast the spell, fired&lt;br /&gt;another at Ron: Shining black ropes flew from his wand-tip and bound Ron head to foot –&lt;br /&gt;the waitress screamed and ran for the door – Harry sent another Stunning Spell at the&lt;br /&gt;Death Eater with the twisted face who had tied up Ron, but the spell missed, rebounded&lt;br /&gt;on the window, and hit the waitress, who collapsed in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Expulso!” bellowed the Death Eater, and the table behind which Harry was&lt;br /&gt;standing blew up: The force of the explosion slammed him into the wall and he felt his&lt;br /&gt;wand leave his hand as the Cloak slipped off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Petrificus Totalus!” screamed Hermione from out of sight, and the Death Eater&lt;br /&gt;fell forward like a statue to land with a crunching thud on the mess of broken china, table,&lt;br /&gt;and coffee. Hermione crawled out from underneath the bench, shaking bits of glass&lt;br /&gt;ashtray out of her hair and trembling all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “D-diffindo,” she said, pointing her wand at Ron, who roared in pain as she&lt;br /&gt;slashed open the knee of his jeans, leaving a deep cut. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Ron, my hand’s&lt;br /&gt;shaking! Diffindo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The severed ropes fell away. Ron got to his feet, shaking his arms to regain&lt;br /&gt;feeling in them. Harry picked up his wand and climbed over all the debris to where the&lt;br /&gt;large blond Death Eater was sprawled across the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I should’ve recognized him, he was there the night Dumbledore died,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;He turned over the darker Death Eater with his foot; the man’s eyes moved rapidly&lt;br /&gt;between Harry, Ron and Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s Dolohov,” said Ron. “I recognize him from the old wanted posters. I think&lt;br /&gt;the big one’s Thorfinn Rowle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Never mind what they’re called!” said Hermione a little hysterically. “How did&lt;br /&gt;they find us? What are we going to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somehow her panic seemed to clear Harry’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Lock the door,” he told her, “and Ron, turn out the lights.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at the paralyzed Dolohov, thinking fast as the lock clicked and&lt;br /&gt;Ron used the Deluminator to plunge the café into darkness. Harry could hear the men&lt;br /&gt;who had jeered at Hermione earlier, yelling at another girl in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What are we going to do with them?” Ron whispered to Harry through the dark;&lt;br /&gt;then, even more quietly, “Kill them? They’d kill us. They had a good go just now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hermione shuddered and took a step backward. Harry shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We just need to wipe their memories,” said Harry. “It’s better like that, it’ll&lt;br /&gt;throw them off the scent. If we killed them it’d be obvious we were here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re the boss,” said Ron, sounding profoundly relieved. “But I’ve never down&lt;br /&gt;a Memory Charm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nor have I,” said Hermione, “but I know the theory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She took a deep, calming breath, then pointed her wand at Dolohov’s forehead&lt;br /&gt;and said, “Obliviate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At once, Dolohov’s eyes became unfocused and dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Brilliant!” said Harry, clapping her on the back. “Take care of the other one and&lt;br /&gt;the waitress while Ron and I clear up.”&lt;br /&gt;“Clear up?” said Ron, looking around at the partly destroyed café. “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t you think they might wonder what’s happened if they wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;themselves in a place that looks like it’s just been bombed?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh right, yeah . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wand from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s no wonder I can’t get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they’re&lt;br /&gt;tight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, I’m so sorry,” hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight&lt;br /&gt;of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his&lt;br /&gt;wand instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once the café was restored to its previous condition, they heaved the Death Eaters&lt;br /&gt;back into their booth and propped them up facing each other. “But how did they find us?”&lt;br /&gt;Hermione asked, looking from one inert man to the other. “How did they know where we&lt;br /&gt;were?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She turned to Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You – you don’t think you’ve still got your Trace on you, do you, Harry?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He can’t have,” said Ron. “The Trace breaks at seventeen, that’s Wizarding law,&lt;br /&gt;you can’t put it on an adult.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “As far as you know,” said Hermione. “What if the Death Eaters have found a&lt;br /&gt;way to put it on a seventeen-year-old?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But Harry hasn’t been near a Death Eater in the last twenty-four hours. Who’s&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have put a Trace back on him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hermione did not reply. Harry felt contaminated, tainted: Was that really how the&lt;br /&gt;Death Eaters had found them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If I can’t use magic, and you can’t use magic near me, without us giving away&lt;br /&gt;our position – “ he began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We’re not splitting up!” said Hermione firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We need a safe place to hide,” said Ron. “Give us time to think things through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Grimmauld Place,” said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other two gaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be silly, Harry, Snape can get in there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ron’s dad said they’ve put up jinxes against him – and even if they haven’t&lt;br /&gt;worked,” he pressed on as Hermione began to argue “so what? I swear, I’d like nothing&lt;br /&gt;better than to meet Snape!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hermione, where else is there? It’s the best chance we’ve got. Snape’s only one&lt;br /&gt;Death Eater. If I’ve still got the Trace on me, we’ll have whole crowds of them on us&lt;br /&gt;wherever else we go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She could not argue, though she looked as if she would have liked to. While she&lt;br /&gt;unlocked the café door, Ron clicked the Deluminator to release the café’s light. Then, on&lt;br /&gt;Harry’s count of three, they reversed the spells upon their three victims, and before the&lt;br /&gt;waitress or either of the Death Eaters could do more than stir sleepily, Harry, Ron and&lt;br /&gt;Hermione had turned on the spot and vanished into the compressing darkness once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seconds later Harry’s lungs expanded gratefully and he opened his eyes: They&lt;br /&gt;were now standing in the middle of a familiar small and shabby square. Tall, dilapidated&lt;br /&gt;houses looked down on them from every side. Number twelve was visible to them, for&lt;br /&gt;they had been told of its existence by Dumbledore, its Secret-Keeper, and they rushed&lt;br /&gt;toward it, checking every few yards that they were not being followed or observed. They&lt;br /&gt;raced up the stone steps, and Harry tapped the front door once with his wand. They heard&lt;br /&gt;a series of metallic clicks and the clatter of a chain, then the door swung open with a&lt;br /&gt;creak and they hurried over the threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As Harry closed the door behind them, the old-fashioned gas lamps sprang into&lt;br /&gt;life, casting flickering light along the length of the hallway. It looked just as Harry&lt;br /&gt;remembered it: eerie, cobwebbed, the outlines of the house-elf heads on the wall&lt;br /&gt;throwing odd shadows up the staircase. Long dark curtains concealed the portrait of&lt;br /&gt;Sirius’s mother. The only thing that was out of place was the troll’s leg umbrella stand,&lt;br /&gt;which was lying on its side as if Tonks had just knocked it over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I think somebody’s been in here,” Hermione whispered, pointing toward it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That could’ve happened as the Order left,” Ron murmured back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So where are these jinxes they put up against Snape?” Harry asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Maybe they’re only activated if he shows up?” suggested Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yet they remained close together on the doormat, backs against the door, scared&lt;br /&gt;to move farther into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, we can’t stay here forever,” said Harry, and he took a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Severus Snape?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mad-Eye Moody’s voice whispered out of the darkness, making all three of them&lt;br /&gt;jump back in fright. “We’re not Snape!” croaked Harry, before something whooshed over&lt;br /&gt;him like cold air and his tongue curled backward on itself, making it impossible to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Before he had time to feel inside his mouth, however, his tongue had unraveled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other two seemed to have experienced the same unpleasant sensation. Ron&lt;br /&gt;was making retching noises; Hermione stammered, “That m-must have b-been the T-&lt;br /&gt;Tongue-Tying Curse Mad-Eye set up for Snape!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gingerly Harry took another step forward. Something shifted in the shadows at&lt;br /&gt;the end of the hall, and before any of them could say another word, a figure had risen up&lt;br /&gt;out of the carpet, tall, dust-colored, and terrible; Hermione screamed and so did Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Black, her curtains flying open; the gray figure was gliding toward them, faster and faster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its waist-length hair and beard streaming behind it, its face sunken, fleshless, with empty&lt;br /&gt;eye sockets: Horribly familiar, dreadfully altered, it raised a wasted arm, pointing at&lt;br /&gt;Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No!” Harry shouted, and though he had raised his wand no spell occurred to him.&lt;br /&gt;“No! It wasn’t us! We didn’t kill you –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the word kill, the figure exploded in a great cloud of dust: Coughing, his eyes&lt;br /&gt;watering, Harry looked around to see Hermione crouched on the floor by the door with&lt;br /&gt;her arms over her head, and Ron, who was shaking from head to foot, patting her&lt;br /&gt;clumsily on the shoulder and saying, “It’s all r-right. . . . It’s g-gone. . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs. Black&lt;br /&gt;continued to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “SHUT UP!” Harry bellowed, directing his wand at her, and with a bang and a&lt;br /&gt;burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That . . . that was . . . “ Hermione whimpered, as Ron helped her to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah,” said Harry, “but it wasn’t really him, was it? Just something to scare&lt;br /&gt;Snape.”&lt;br /&gt;Had it worked, Harry wondered, or had Snape already blasted the horror-figure&lt;br /&gt;aside as casually as he had killed the real Dumbledore? Nerves still tingling, he led the&lt;br /&gt;other two up the hall, half-expecting some new terror to reveal itself, but nothing moved&lt;br /&gt;except for a mouse skittering along the skirting board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Before we go any farther, I think we’d better check,” whispered Hermione, and&lt;br /&gt;she raised her wand and said, “Homenum revelio.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, you’ve just had a big shock,” said Ron kindly. “What was that supposed to&lt;br /&gt;do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It did what I meant it to do!” said Hermione rather crossly. “That was a spell to&lt;br /&gt;reveal human presence, and there’s nobody here except us!”&lt;br /&gt;“And old Dusty,” said Ron, glancing at the patch of carpet from which the corpse-&lt;br /&gt;figure had risen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s go up,” said Hermione with a frightened look at the same spot, and she led&lt;br /&gt;the way up the creaking stairs to the drawing room on the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hermione waved her wand to ignite the old gas lamps, then, shivering slightly in&lt;br /&gt;the drafty room, she perched on the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around her. Ron&lt;br /&gt;crossed to the window and moved the heavy velvet curtains aside an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Can’t see anyone out there,” he reported. “And you’d think, if Harry still had a&lt;br /&gt;Trace on him, they’d have followed us here. I know they can’t get in the house, but –&lt;br /&gt;what’s up, Harry?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry had given a cry of pain: His scar had burned against as something flashed&lt;br /&gt;across his mind like a bright light on water. He saw a large shadow and felt a fury that&lt;br /&gt;was not his own pound through his body, violent and brief as an electric shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What did you see?” Ron asked, advancing on Harry. “Did you see him at my&lt;br /&gt;place?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No, I just felt anger – he’s really angry –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But that could be at the Burrow,” said Ron loudly. “What else? Didn’t you see&lt;br /&gt;anything? Was he cursing someone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I just felt anger – I couldn’t tell –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry felt badgered, confused, and Hermione did not help as she said in a&lt;br /&gt;frightened voice, “Your scar, again? But what’s going on? I thought that connection had&lt;br /&gt;closed!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It did, for a while,” muttered Harry; his scar was still painful, which made it hard&lt;br /&gt;to concentrate. “I – I think it’s started opening again whenever he loses control, that’s&lt;br /&gt;how it used to –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But then you’ve got to close your mind!” said Hermione shrilly. “Harry,&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore didn’t want you to use that connection, he wanted you to shut it down, that’s&lt;br /&gt;why you were supposed to use Occlumency! Otherwise Voldemort can plant false images&lt;br /&gt;in your mind, remember –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, I do remember, thanks,” said Harry through gritted teeth; he did not need&lt;br /&gt;Hermione to tell him that Voldemort had once used this selfsame connection between&lt;br /&gt;them to lead him into a trap, nor that it had resulted in Sirius’s death. He wished that he&lt;br /&gt;had not told them what he had seen and felt; it made Voldemort more threatening, as&lt;br /&gt;though he were pressing against the window of the room, and still the pain in his scar was&lt;br /&gt;building and he fought it: It was like resisting the urge to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He turned his back on Ron and Hermione, pretending to examine the old tapestry&lt;br /&gt;of the Black family tree on the wall. Then Hermione shrieked: Harry drew his wand again&lt;br /&gt;and spun around to see a silver Patronus soar through the drawing room window and land&lt;br /&gt;upon the floor in front of them, where it solidified into the weasel that spoke with the&lt;br /&gt;voice of Ron’s father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper&lt;br /&gt;and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “They’re all right, they’re all right!” she whispered, and Ron half laughed and&lt;br /&gt;hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Harry,” he said over Hermione’s shoulder, “I –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s not a problem,” said Harry, sickened by the pain in his head. “It’s your&lt;br /&gt;family, ‘course you were worried. I’d feel the same way.” He thought of Ginny. “I do feel&lt;br /&gt;the same way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pain in his scar was reaching a peak, burning as it had back in the garden of&lt;br /&gt;the Burrow. Faintly he heard Hermione say “I don’t want to be on my own. Could we use&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping bags I’ve brought and camp in here tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He heard Ron agree. He could not fight the pain much longer. He had to succumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bathroom,” he muttered, and he left the room as fast as he could without running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He barely made it: Bolting the door behind him with trembling hands, he grasped&lt;br /&gt;his pounding head and fell to the floor, then in an explosion of agony, he felt the rage that&lt;br /&gt;did not belong to him possess his soul, saw a long room lit only by firelight, and the giant&lt;br /&gt;blond Death Eater on the floor, screaming and writhing, and a slighter figure standing&lt;br /&gt;over him, wand outstretched, while Harry spoke in a high, cold, merciless voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “More, Rowle, or shall we end it and feed you to Nagini? Lord Voldemort is not&lt;br /&gt;sure that he will forgive this time. . . . You called me back for this, to tell me that Harry&lt;br /&gt;Potter has escaped again? Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure. . . . Do it,&lt;br /&gt;or feel my wrath yourself!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A log fell in the fire: Flames reared, their light darting across a terrified, pointed&lt;br /&gt;white face – with a sense of emerging from deep water, Harry drew heaving breaths and&lt;br /&gt;opened his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was spread-eagled on the cold black marble floor, his nose inches from one of&lt;br /&gt;the silver serpent tails that supported the large bathtub. He sat up. Malfoy’s gaunt,&lt;br /&gt;petrified face seemed burned on the inside of his eyes. Harry felt sickened by what he had&lt;br /&gt;seen, by the use to which Draco was now being put by Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a sharp rap on the door, and Harry jumped as Hermione’s voice rang&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Harry, do you want your toothbrush? I’ve got it here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, great, thanks,” he said, fighting to keep his voice casual as he stood up to&lt;br /&gt;let her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreacher’s Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry woke early next morning, wrapped in a sleeping bag on the drawing room&lt;br /&gt;floor. A chink of sky was visible between the heavy curtains. It was the cool, clear blue&lt;br /&gt;of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Hermione’s slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they&lt;br /&gt;made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione&lt;br /&gt;sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm&lt;br /&gt;curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had&lt;br /&gt;fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked up at the shadowy ceiling, the cobwebbed chandelier. Less than&lt;br /&gt;twenty-four house ago, he had been standing in the sunlight at the entrance to the&lt;br /&gt;marquee, waiting to show in wedding guests. It seemed a lifetime away. What was going&lt;br /&gt;to happen now? He lay on the floor and he thought of the Horcruxes, of the daunting&lt;br /&gt;complex mission Dumbledore had left him… Dumbledore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grief that had possessed him since Dumbledore’s death felt different now.&lt;br /&gt;The accusations he had heard from Muriel at the wedding seemed to have nested in his&lt;br /&gt;brain like diseased things, infecting his memories of the wizard he had idolized. Could&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore have let such things happen? Had he been like Dudley, content to watch&lt;br /&gt;neglect and abuse as long as it did not affect him? Could he have turned his back on a&lt;br /&gt;sister who was being imprisoned and hidden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry thought of Godric’s Hollow, of graves Dumbledore had never mentioned&lt;br /&gt;there; he thought of mysterious objects left without explanation in Dumbledore’s will,&lt;br /&gt;and resentment swelled in the darkness. Why hadn’t Dumbledore told him? Why hadn’t&lt;br /&gt;he explained? Had Dumbledore actually cared about Harry at all? Or had Harry been&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than a tool to be polished and honed, but not trusted, never confided in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry could not stand lying there with nothing but bitter thoughts for company.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for something to do, for distraction, he slipped out of his sleeping bad, picked&lt;br /&gt;up his wand, and crept out of the room. On the landing he whispered, “Lumos,” and&lt;br /&gt;started to climb the stairs by wandlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second landing was the bedroom in which he and Ron had slept last time&lt;br /&gt;they had been here; he glanced into it. The wardrobe doors stood open and the bedclothes&lt;br /&gt;had been ripped back. Harry remembered the overturned troll leg downstairs. Somebody&lt;br /&gt;had searched the house since the Order had left. Snape? Or perhaps Mundungus, who had&lt;br /&gt;pilfered plenty from this house both before and after Sirius died? Harry’s gaze wandered&lt;br /&gt;to the portrait that sometimes contained Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius’s great-great&lt;br /&gt;grandfather, but it was empty, showing nothing but a stretch of muddy backdrop. Phineas&lt;br /&gt;Nigellus was evidently spending the night in the headmaster’s study at Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry continued up the stairs until he reached the topmost landing where there&lt;br /&gt;were only two doors. The one facing him bore a nameplate reading Sirius. Harry had&lt;br /&gt;never entered his godfather’s bedroom before. He pushed open the door, holding his&lt;br /&gt;wand high to cast light as widely as possible. The room was spacious and must once have&lt;br /&gt;been handsome. There was a large bed with a carved wooden headboard, a tall window&lt;br /&gt;obscured by long velvet curtains and a chandelier thickly coated in dust with candle&lt;br /&gt;scrubs still resting in its sockets, solid wax banging in frostlike drips. A fine film of dust&lt;br /&gt;covered the pictures on the walls and the bed’s headboard; a spiders web stretched&lt;br /&gt;between the chandelier and the top of the large wooden wardrobe, and as Harry moved&lt;br /&gt;deeper into the room, he head a scurrying of disturbed mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The teenage Sirius had plastered the walls with so many posters and pictures that&lt;br /&gt;little of the wall’s silvery-gray silk was visible. Harry could only assume that Sirius’s&lt;br /&gt;parents had been unable to remove the Permanent Sticking Charm that kept them on the&lt;br /&gt;wall because he was sure they would not have appreciated their eldest son’s taste in&lt;br /&gt;decoration. Sirius seemed to have long gone out of his way to annoy his parents. There&lt;br /&gt;were several large Gryffindor banners, faded scarlet and gold just to underline his&lt;br /&gt;difference from all the rest of the Slytherin family. There were many pictures of Muggle&lt;br /&gt;motorcycles, and also (Harry had to admire Sirius’s nerve) several posters of bikini-clad&lt;br /&gt;Muggle girls. Harry could tell that they were Muggles because they remained quite&lt;br /&gt;stationary within their pictures, faded smiles and glazed eyes frozen on the paper. This&lt;br /&gt;was in contrast the only Wizarding photograph on the walls which was a picture of four&lt;br /&gt;Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognized his father, his untidy black hair stuck&lt;br /&gt;up at the back like Harry’s, and he too wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly&lt;br /&gt;handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever&lt;br /&gt;seen it alive. To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and&lt;br /&gt;watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the&lt;br /&gt;much-admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On James’s left was Lupin, even&lt;br /&gt;then a little shabby-looking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding&lt;br /&gt;himself liked and included or was it simply because Harry knew how it had been, that he&lt;br /&gt;saw these things in the picture? He tried to take it from the wall; it was his now, after all,&lt;br /&gt;Sirius had left him everything, but it would not budge. Sirius had taken no chances in&lt;br /&gt;preventing his parents from redecorating his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry looked around at the floor. The sky outside was growing brightest. A shaft&lt;br /&gt;of light revealed bits of paper, books, and small objects scattered over the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Evidently Sirius’s bedroom had been reached too, although its contents seemed to have&lt;br /&gt;been judged mostly, if not entirely, worthless. A few of the books had been shaken&lt;br /&gt;roughly enough to part company with the covers and sundry pages littered the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry bent down, picked up a few of the pieces of paper, and examined them. He&lt;br /&gt;recognized one as a part of an old edition of A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot,&lt;br /&gt;and another as belonging to a motorcycle maintenance manual. The third was&lt;br /&gt;handwritten and crumpled. He smoothed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear Padfoot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you, thank you, for Harry’s birthday present! It was his favorite by&lt;br /&gt;far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased&lt;br /&gt;with himself. I’m enclosing a picture so you can see. You know it only rises about two feet&lt;br /&gt;off the ground but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent&lt;br /&gt;me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course James thought it was so funny, says&lt;br /&gt;he’s going to be a great Quidditch player but we’ve had to pack away all the ornaments&lt;br /&gt;and make sure we don’t take our eyes off him when he gets going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda who has always been&lt;br /&gt;sweet to us and who dotes on Garry. We were so sorry you couldn’t come, but the&lt;br /&gt;Order’s got to come first, and Harry’s not old enough to know it’s his birthday anyway!&lt;br /&gt;James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell – also&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you&lt;br /&gt;could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend. I thought he&lt;br /&gt;seemed down, but that was probably the next about the McKinnons; I cried all evening&lt;br /&gt;when I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bathilda drops in most days, she’s a fascinating old thing with the most amazing&lt;br /&gt;stories about Dumbledore. I’m not sure he’d be pleased if he knew! I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;much to believe, actually because it seems incredible that Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry’s extremities seemed to have gone numb. He stood quite still, holding the&lt;br /&gt;miraculous paper in his nerveless fingers while inside him a kind of quiet eruptions sent&lt;br /&gt;joy and grief thundering its equal measure through his veins. Lurching to the bed, he sat&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done&lt;br /&gt;the first time, and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her “g”s&lt;br /&gt;the same way he did. He searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt&lt;br /&gt;like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible&lt;br /&gt;treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once&lt;br /&gt;moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him,&lt;br /&gt;Harry, her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Impatiently brushing away the wetness in his eyes, he reread the letter, this time&lt;br /&gt;concentrating on the meaning. It was like listening to a half-remembered voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They had a cat… perhaps it had perished, like his parents at Godric’s Hollow… or&lt;br /&gt;else fled when there was nobody left to feed it… Sirius had bought him his first&lt;br /&gt;broomstick… His parents had known Bathilda Bagshot; had Dumbledore introduced&lt;br /&gt;them? Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak… there was something funny there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry paused, pondering his mother’s words. Why had Dumbledore taken&lt;br /&gt;James’s Invisibility Cloak? Harry distinctly remembered his headmaster telling him years&lt;br /&gt;before, “I don’t need a cloak to become invisible” Perhaps some less gifted Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;member had needed its assistance, and Dumbledore had acted as a carrier? Harry passed&lt;br /&gt;on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wormy was here… Pettigrew, the traitor, had seemed “down” had he? Was he&lt;br /&gt;aware that he was seeing James and Lily alive for the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And finally Bathilda again, who told incredible stories about Dumbledore. It&lt;br /&gt;seems incredible that Dumbledore ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That Dumbledore what? But there were any number of things that would seem&lt;br /&gt;incredible about Dumbledore; that he had once received bottom marks in a&lt;br /&gt;Transfiguration test, for instance or had taken up goat charming like Aberforth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry got to his feet and scanned the floor: Perhaps the rest of the letter was here&lt;br /&gt;somewhere. He seized papers, treating them in his eagerness, with as little consideration&lt;br /&gt;as the original searcher, he pulled open drawers, shook out books, stood on a chair to run&lt;br /&gt;his hand over the top of the wardrobe, and crawled under the bed and armchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At last, lying facedown on the floor, he spotted what looked like a torn piece of&lt;br /&gt;paper under the chest of drawers. When he pulled it out, it proved to be most of the&lt;br /&gt;photograph that Lily had described in her letter. A black-haired baby was zooming in and&lt;br /&gt;out of the picture on a tiny broom, roaring with laughter, and a pair of legs that must have&lt;br /&gt;belonged to James was chasing after him. Harry tucked the photograph into his pocket&lt;br /&gt;with Lily’s letter and continued to look for the second sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After another quarter of an hour, however he was forced to conclude that the rest&lt;br /&gt;of his mother’s letter was gone. Had it simply been lost in the sixteen years that had&lt;br /&gt;elapsed since it had been written, or had it been taken by whoever had searched the&lt;br /&gt;room? Harry read the first sheet again, this time looking for clues as to what might have&lt;br /&gt;made the second sheet valuable. His toy broomstick could hardly be considered&lt;br /&gt;interesting to the Death Eaters… The only potentially useful thing he could see her was&lt;br /&gt;possible information on Dumbledore. It seems incredible that Dumbledore – what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Harry? Harry? Harry!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m here!” he called, “What’s happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a clatter of footsteps outside the door, and Hermione burst inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We woke up and didn’t know where you were!” she said breathlessly. She turned&lt;br /&gt;and shouted over her shoulder, “Ron! I’ve found him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron’s annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good! Tell him from me he’s a git!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Harry don’t just disappear, please, we were terrified! Why did you come up here&lt;br /&gt;anyway?” She gazed around the ransacked room. “What have you been doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look what I’ve just found”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held out his mother’s letter. Hermione took it out and read it while Harry&lt;br /&gt;watched her. When she reached the end of the page she looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Harry…”&lt;br /&gt;“And there’s this too”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed her the torn photograph, and Hermione smiled at the baby zooming in&lt;br /&gt;and out of sight on the toy broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve been looking for the rest of the letter,” Harry said, “but it’s not here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione glanced around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you make all this mess, or was some of it done when you got here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone had searched before me,” said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought so. Every room I looked into on the way up had been disturbed. What&lt;br /&gt;were they after, do you think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Information on the Order, if it was Snape.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But you’d think he’d already have all he needed. I mean was in the Order, wasn’t&lt;br /&gt;he?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well then,” said Harry, keen to discuss his theory, “what about information on&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore? The second page of the letter, for instance. You know this Bathilda my&lt;br /&gt;mum mentions, you know who she is?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bathilda Bagshot, the author of –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A History of Magic,” said Hermione, looking interested. “So your parents knew&lt;br /&gt;her? She was an incredible magic historian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And she’s still alive,” said Harry, “and she lives in Godric’s Hollow. Ron’s&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Muriel was talking about her at the wedding. She knew Dumbledore’s family too.&lt;br /&gt;Be pretty interesting to talk to, wouldn’t she?” There was a little too much understanding&lt;br /&gt;in the smile Hermione gave him for Harry’s liking. He took back the letter and the&lt;br /&gt;photograph and tucked them inside the pouch around his neck, so as not to have to look at&lt;br /&gt;her and give himself away. “I understand why you’d love to talk to her about your mum&lt;br /&gt;and dad, and Dumbledore too,” said Hermione. “But that wouldn’t really help us in our&lt;br /&gt;search for the Horcruxes, would it?” Harry did not answer, and she rushed on, “Harry, I&lt;br /&gt;know you really want to go to Godric’s Hollow, but I’m scared. I’m scared at how easily&lt;br /&gt;those Death Eaters found us yesterday. It just makes me feel more than ever that we&lt;br /&gt;ought to avoid the place where your parents are buried, I’m sure they’d be expecting you&lt;br /&gt;to visit it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not just that,” Harry said, still avoiding looking at her, “Muriel said stuff&lt;br /&gt;about Dumbledore at the wedding. I want to know the truth…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He told Hermione everything that Muriel had told him. When he had finished,&lt;br /&gt;Hermione said, “Of course, I can see why that’s upset you, Harry –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m not upset,” he lied, “I’d just like to know whether or not it’s true or –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Harry do you really think you’ll get the truth from a malicious old woman like&lt;br /&gt;Muriel, or from Rita Skeeter? How can you believe them? You knew Dumbledore!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I thought I did,” he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But you know how much truth there was in everything Rita wrote about you!&lt;br /&gt;Doge is right, how can you let these people tarnish your memories of Dumbledore?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked away, trying not to betray the resentment he felt. There it was again:&lt;br /&gt;Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he&lt;br /&gt;should not get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Shall we go down to the kitchen?” Hermione suggested after a little pause. “Find&lt;br /&gt;something for breakfast?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He agreed, but grudgingly, and followed her out onto the landing and past the&lt;br /&gt;second door that led off it. There were deep scratch marks in the paintwork below a small&lt;br /&gt;sign that he had not noticed in the dark. He passed at the top of the stairs to read it. It was&lt;br /&gt;a pompous little sign, neatly lettered by hand the sort of thing that Percy Weasley might&lt;br /&gt;have stuck on his bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the Express Permission of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulus Arcturus Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement trickled through Harry, but he was not immediately sure why. He read the&lt;br /&gt;sign again. Hermione was already a flight of stairs below him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hermione,” he said, and he was surprised that his voice was so calm. “Come&lt;br /&gt;back up here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What’s the matter?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “R.A.B. I think I’ve found him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a gasp, and then Hermione ran back up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “In your mum’s letter? But I didn’t see –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry shook his head, pointing at Regulus’s sign. She read it, then clutched&lt;br /&gt;Harry’s arm so tightly that he winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sirius’s brother?” she whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He was a Death Eater,” said Harry. “Sirius told me about him, he joined up when&lt;br /&gt;he was really young and then got cold feet and tried to leave – so they killed him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That fits!” gasped Hermione. “If he was a Death Eater he had access to&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort, and if he became disenchanted, then he would have wanted to bring&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort down!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She released Harry, leaned over the banister, and screamed, “Ron! RON! Get up&lt;br /&gt;here, quick!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron appeared, panting, a minute later, his wand ready in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What’s up? If it’s massive spiders again I want breakfast before I –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He frowned at the sign on Regulus’s door, in which Hermione was silently&lt;br /&gt;pointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What? That was Sirius’s brother, wasn’t it? Regulus Arcturus … Regulus …&lt;br /&gt;R.A.B.! The locket – you don’t reckon -- ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s find out,” said Harry. He pushed the door: It was locked. Hermione pointed&lt;br /&gt;her wand at the handle and said, “Alohamora.” There was a click, and the door swung&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They moved over the threshold together, gazing around. Regulus’s bedroom was&lt;br /&gt;slightly smaller than Sirius’s, though it had the same sense of former grandeur. Whereas&lt;br /&gt;Sirius had sought to advertise his diffidence from the rest of the family, Regulus had&lt;br /&gt;striven to emphasize the opposite. The Slytherin colors of emerald and silver were&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, draping the bed, 
