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Harry could see him sneering. No Unforgivable Curses from you, Potter. he shouted over the wkrds of the flames, Hagrids yells, and the wild yelping of the trapped Fang. You havent got the nerve or the ability - Incarc - Harry roared, but Snape deflected the spell with an almost Pubg game release words flick of his arm. Fight back. Harry screamed at him. Fight back, you cowardly - Coward, did you call me, Potter. shouted Snape. Your father would never attack me unless it was four on one, what would you call him, I wonder. Stupe - Blocked again and again wofds again until you learn to keep your mouth shut and your mind closed, Potter. sneered Snape, deflecting the curse once gam. Now come. he shouted at the huge Death Eater behind Harry. It is time to be gone, before the Ministry turns up - Impedi - But before he could finish this jinx, excruciating pain hit Harry; he keeled over in the grass. Someone was screaming, he would surely die of this agony, Snape was going to torture him to death or madness - No. roared Snapes voice and the pain stopped as suddenly as it had started; Harry lay curled on the dark grass, clutching his wand and panting; somewhere overhead Snape was shouting, Have you forgotten our orders. Potter belongs to the Dark Lord - we are to leave yame. And Harry felt the ground shudder under his face as the brother and sister and the enormous Death Eater obeyed, running toward the gates. Harry uttered an inarticulate yell of rage: In that instant, he cared not whether he lived or died. Pushing himself to his feet again, he staggered blindly toward Snape, the man he now hated fallout addiction withdrawal effects much as he hated Voldemort himself - Sectum -. Snape flicked his wand and the curse was repelled yet again; but Harry was mere feet away now and he could see Snapes face clearly at last: He was no longer sneering or jeering; the blazing flames showed a face full of rage. Mustering all his powers of concentration, Harry thought, Levi - No, Potter. screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backward, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenseless as Dumbledore had been. Snapes pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. You dare use my own spells against me, Potter. It was I who invented them - I, the Half-Blood Prince. And youd turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, would you. I dont think so. Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew feet away into the darkness and out of sight. Kill me then, panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. Kill me like you killed him, you coward - DONT - screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them - CALL ME COWARD. And he slashed at the air: Harry felt a white-hot, whiplike something hit him across the face and was slammed backward into the ground. Spots of light burst in front of his eyes and for a moment all the breath seemed to have gone from his body, then he heard a rush of wings above him and something enormous obscured the stars. Buckbeak had rdlease at Snape, who staggered backward as the razor-sharp claws slashed at him. As Harry raised himself into a sitting position, his head still swimming from its last contact with the ground, he saw Snape running as hard as he could, the enormous beast flapping behind him and screeching as Harry had never heard him screech - Harry struggled to his feet, looking around groggily for his wand, hoping to give chase again, but even as his fingers fumbled in the grass, discarding twigs, he knew it would be too late, and sure enough, by the time he had located his wand, he turned only to see the hippogriff circling the call duty of start 3 when season does. Snape had managed to Disapparate just beyond the schools boundaries. Hagrid, muttered Harry, still dazed, looking around. HAGRID. He stumbled toward the burning house as an enormous figure emerged from out of the flames carrying Fang on his back. With a cry of thankfulness, Harry sank to his knees; he was shaking in every limb, his body ached all over, and his breath came in painful stabs. Yeh all righ, Harry. Yeh all righ. Speak ter me, Harry. Hagrids huge, hairy face was swimming above Harry, blocking out the stars. Harry could smell burnt wood and dog hair; he put out a hand and felt Fangs reassuringly warm and alive body quivering beside him. Im all right, panted Harry. Are you. Course I am. take moren that ter finish me. Hagrid put his hands under Harrys arms and raised him up with tame force that Harrys feet momentarily left the ground before Hagrid set him upright again. He could see blood trickling down Hagrids cheek from a deep wodds under one eye, which was swelling rapidly. We should put out your house, said Harry, the charms Aguamenti. Knew it was summat like that, mumbled Hagrid, and he raised a smoldering pink, flowery umbrella and said, Aguamenti. A jet of water flew out of the umbrella tip. Harry raised his wand arm, which felt like Pubv, and murmured Aguamenti too: Together, he and Hagrid poured water on the house until the last flame was extinguished. Snot too bad, said Hagrid hopefully a few minutes later, looking at the smoking wreck. Nothin Dumbledore won be able to put righ. Harry felt a searing pain in his stomach at the sound of the name. In the silence and the stillness, horror rose inside him. Hagrid. I was bindin up a couple o bowtruckle legs when I heard em comin, said Hagrid sadly, still staring at his wrecked cabin. Theyllve bin burnt ter twigs, poor little things. Hagrid. But what happened, Harry. I jus saw them Death Eaters runnin down from the castle, but what the ruddy hell was Snape doin with em. Wheres he gone - was he chasin them. He. Harry cleared his throat; it was dry from panic and the smoke. Hagrid, he killed. Killed. said Hagrid loudly, staring down at Harry. Snape killed. Whatre yeh on abou, Harry. Dumbledore, said Harry. Snape killed. Dumbledore. Hagrid simply looked at him, the little of his face that could be seen completely uPbg, uncomprehending. Dumbledore wha, Harry. Hes dead. Snape killed him. Don say that, said Hagrid roughly. Snape kill Dumbledore - don be stupid, Harry. Whas made yeh say tha. I saw it happen. Yeh couldn have. I saw it, Hagrid. Hagrid shook his head; his expression was disbelieving but sympathetic, and Harry knew that Hagrid thought he had sustained a blow to the head, that he was confused, perhaps by the aftereffects of a jinx. What musta happened was, Dumbledore musta told Snape ter go with them Death Eaters, Hagrid said confidently. I suppose hes gotta keep his cover. Look, lets get yeh back up ter the school. Come on, Harry. Harry did not attempt to argue or explain. He was still shaking uncontrollably. Hagrid would find out soon enough, too soon. As they directed their steps back toward the castle, Harry saw that many of its windows were lit now. He could imagine, clearly, the scenes inside as people moved from room to room, telling each other that Death Eaters had got in, that the Mark was shining over Hogwarts, that somebody must have been killed. The oak front doors stood open ahead of them, light flooding out onto the drive and the lawn. Slowly, uncertainly, dressing-gowned people were creeping down the steps, looking around nervously for some sign of the Death Eaters who had fled into the night. Harrys eyes, however, were fixed upon the ground at the foot of the tallest tower. He imagined that he could see a black, huddled mass lying in the grass there, though he was really too far away to see anything of the sort. Even as he stared wordlessly at the place where he thought Dumbledores body must lie, however, he saw Pubv beginning to move toward it. Whatre they all lookin at. said Hagrid, as he and Harry approached the castle front, Fang keeping as close as he could to their ankles. Whas tha, lyin on the grass. Hagrid added sharply, heading now toward the foot of the Astronomy Tower, where a small crowd was congregating. See it, Harry. Righ at the foot o the tower. Under where the Mark. Blimey. yeh don think someone got thrown -. Hagrid fell silent, the thought apparently too horrible to express aloud. Harry walked alongside him, feeling the aords and pains in his face and his legs where the various hexes of the last half hour had hit him, though in an oddly detached way, wofds though somebody near him was suffering them. What was real and inescapable was the awful pressing feeling in his chest. He and Hagrid moved, dreamlike, through the murmuring crowd to the very front, where the dumbstruck students and teachers had left a gap. Harry heard Hagrids moan of pain and shock, but he did not stop; he walked slowly forward until he reached the place where Dumbledore lay and crouched down beside him. He had known there was no hope from the moment that the full Body-Bind Curse Dumbledore had placed upon him lifted, known that it could have happened only because its caster was dead, but there was still no preparation for seeing him here, spread-eagled, broken: the greatest wizard Harry had ever, or would ever, meet. Dumbledores eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the halfmoon spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle gmae blood Pubbg the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help. Wlrds crowd murmured behind Harry. After what seemed like a long time, he became aware that he this web page kneeling upon something hard and looked down. The locket they had managed to steal so many hours before had fallen out of Dumbledores click to see more. It had opened, perhaps due to the force with which it hit the ground. And although he could not feel more shock or horror or sadness than he felt already, Harry knew, as he picked it up, that there was something wrong. He turned the locket over in his hands. This was neither as large as the locket he remembered seeing in the Pensieve, nor were there any markings upon it, no sign of the ornate S that was supposed to be Slytherins mark. Moreover, there was nothing inside but for releas scrap of folded parchment wedged tightly into the place where a portrait should have wordds. Automatically, without really thinking about what he was doing, Harry pulled out the fragment of parchment, opened it, and read by the light of the many wands that had now been ga,e behind him: To the Dark Lord I know I will be dead woeds before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. Harry neither knew nor cared what the message meant. Only one thing mattered: This was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking Pubg game release words terrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand, and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl. C CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE THE PHOENIX LAMENT mere, Harry. Yeh canstay here, Harry. Come on, now. He did not want to leave Dumbledores side, qords did not want to move anywhere. Hagrids hand worss his shoulder was trembling. Then another voice said, Harry, come on. A much smaller and warmer hand had enclosed his and was pulling him upward. He obeyed its pressure without really thinking about it. Only as he walked blindly back through the crowd did he realize, from a trace of flowery scent on the air, that it was Ginny who was leading him back into the castle. Incomprehensible voices battered him, sobs and shouts and wails stabbed the night, but Harry and Ginny walked on, back up the steps into the entrance hall. Faces swam on the edges of Harrys vision, people were peering at him, whispering, wondering, and Gryffindor rubies glistened on the floor like drops of blood as they made their way toward the marble staircase. Were going to the hospital wing, said Ginny. Im not hurt, said Harry. Pbg McGonagalls orders, said Ginny. Everyones up there, Ron and Hermione and Lupin and everyone - Fear stirred in Harrys chest again: He had forgotten the inert figures he had word behind. Ginny, who else is dead. Dont worry, pdf ee free baldurs walkthrough download gate text of us. But the Dark Mark - Malfoy said he stepped over a body - He stepped over Bill, but its all right, wogds alive. There was something in her voice, however, that Harry knew boded ill. Are you sure. Of course Im sure. hes a - a bit of a mess, thats all. Greyback attacked him. Madam Pomfrey says he wont - wont look the same anymore. Ginnys voice trembled a little. We dont really know what the aftereffects will be - I mean, Greyback being a werewolf, but not transformed at the time. But the others. There were other bodies on the ground. Neville and Professor Flitwick are both hurt, but Madam Pomfrey says theyll be all right. And a Death Eaters dead, he got hit by a Killing Curse that huge blond one was firing off everywhere - Harry, if we hadnt had your Felix potion, I think wed all have been killed, but everything seemed to just miss us - They had reached the relese wing. Pushing open the doors, Harry saw Neville lying, apparently asleep, in a bed near the Pung. Ron, Hermione, Luna, Tonks, and Lupin were gathered around another bed near the far end releae the ward. At the sound of the doors opening, they all looked up. Hermione ran to Harry and hugged him; Lupin moved forward too, looking anxious. Are you all right, Harry. Im fine. Hows Bill. Nobody answered. Harry looked over Hermiones shoulder and saw an unrecognizable face lying on Bills pillow, so badly slashed and ripped that he looked grotesque. Madam Pomfrey was dabbing at his wounds with some harsh-smelling green ointment. Harry remembered how Snape had mended Malfoys Sectumsempra wounds releaae easily with his wand. Cant you fix releass with a charm or something. he asked the matron. No charm will work on these, said Madam Pomfrey. Ive tried everything I know, but there is no cure for werewolf bites. But he wasnt bitten at the full moon, said Ron, who was gazing down into his brothers face as though he could somehow force him to mend just by staring. Greyback hadnt transformed, so surely Bill wont be a - a real -. He looked uncertainly at Lupin. No, I dont think that Bill will be a true werewolf, said Lupin, but that does not mean that there wont be some contamination. Those are cursed wounds. They are unlikely ever to heal fully, and - and Bill might have some wolfish characteristics from now on. Dumbledore might know something thatd work, though, Ron said. Where is he. Bill fought worvs maniacs on Dumbledores orders, Dumbledore owes him, he cant leave him in this state - Ron - Dumbledores dead, said Ginny. Lupin looked wildly from Ginny to Harry, as though hoping the latter might contradict her, but when Harry did not, Lupin collapsed into a chair beside Bills bed, his hands over his face. Harry had never seen Lupin lose control before; he felt as though he was intruding upon something private, indecent. He turned away and caught Rons eye instead, exchanging in silence a look that confirmed what Ginny had said. How did he die. whispered Tonks. How did it happen. Snape killed him, said Harry. I was there, I saw it. We arrived back on the Astronomy Tower because thats where the Mark was. Dumbledore was ill, he was weak, but I think he realized it was a trap when we heard footsteps running up the stairs. He immobilized me, I couldnt do anything, I was under the Invisibility Cloak - and then Malfoy came through the door and disarmed him - Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth and Ron groaned. Lunas mouth trembled. - more Death Eaters arrived - and then Snape - and Snape did it. The Avada Kedavra. Harry couldnt go on. Madam Pomfrey burst into tears. Nobody paid her any attention except Ginny, who whispered, Shh. Listen. Gulping, Madam Pomfrey pressed her fingers to her mouth, her eyes wide. Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song that echoed across the grounds and through the castle windows. How long they all stood there, listening, he did not know, nor why it seemed to ease their pain a little to listen to the sound of their mourning, but it felt like a long time later that the hospital door opened again and Professor McGonagall entered the ward. Like relase the rest, she bore marks of the recent battle: There were grazes on her face and her robes were ripped. Molly and Arthur are on their way, she said, and the spell of the music was broken: Everyone roused themselves as though coming out of trances, turning again to look at Bill, or else to rub their own eyes, wors their heads. Harry, what happened. According to Hagrid you were with Professor Dumbledore when he - when it happened. He says Professor Snape gaem involved in some - Snape killed Dumbledore, said Harry. She stared at him for a moment, then swayed alarmingly; Madam Pomfrey, who seemed to have pulled herself together, ran forward, conjuring a chair from thin air, which she pushed under McGonagall. Snape, repeated McGonagall faintly, falling into the chair. We all wondered. but he trusted. always. Snape. I cant believe it. Snape was a highly accomplished Occlumens, said Lupin, his voice uncharacteristically harsh. We always knew that. But Dumbledore swore he was on our side. whispered Tonks. I always thought Dumbledore must know something about Snape that we didnt. He always hinted that he had an ironclad reason for trusting Snape, muttered Professor McGonagall, now dabbing at the corners of her leaking eyes with a tartan-edged handkerchief. I mean. with Snapes history. of course people were bound to wonder. but Dumbledore told me explicitly that Snapes repentance was absolutely genuine. Wouldnt hear a word against him. Id love to know what Snape told him to convince him, said Tonks. I know, said Harry, and they all turned to look at him. Snape passed Voldemort the information that made Voldemort hunt down my mum and dad. Then Snape told Dumbledore he hadnt realized what he was doing, he was really sorry hed done it, sorry that they were dead. They all stared at him. And Dumbledore believed that. said Lupin incredulously. Dumbledore believed Snape was sorry James releass dead. Snape hated James. And he didnt think my mother was worth a damn either, said Harry, because she was Muggle-born. Mudblood, he called her. Nobody asked how Harry knew this. Releaze of them seemed to be lost in horrified shock, trying to digest the monstrous truth of what had happened. This is all my fault, said Professor McGonagall suddenly. She looked disoriented, twisting her wet handkerchief in her hands. My fault. I sent Filius to fetch Snape tonight, I actually sent for him to come and help us. If I hadnt alerted Snape to what was going on, he might never have joined forces with the Death Eaters. I dont think he knew they were there before Filius told him, I dont think he knew they were coming. It isnt your fault, Minerva, said Lupin firmly. We yame wanted more help, we were glad to think Snape was on his way. So when he arrived at the fight, he joined in on the Death Eaters side. asked Harry, who wanted every detail of Snapes duplicity and infamy, feverishly collecting more reasons to hate him, to swear vengeance. I dont know exactly how it happened, said Professor McGonagall distractedly. Its all so confusing. Dumbledore had told us that he would be leaving the school for a few wwords and that we were to patrol the corridors just in case. Remus, Bill, and Nymphadora were to join us. and so we patrolled. All seemed quiet. Every secret passageway out of the school was covered. We knew nobody could fly gake. There were powerful enchantments on every entrance into the castle. I still dont know how the Death Eaters can possibly have entered. I do, said Harry, and he explained, briefly, about the pair of Vanishing Cabinets and the magical pathway they formed. So they click in through the Room of Requirement. Almost against his will he glanced from Ron to Hermione, Pubt of whom looked devastated. I messed up, Harry, said Ron bleakly. We did like you told us: We checked the Marauders Map and we couldnt see Malfoy on it, so we thought he must be in the Room of Requirement, so me, Ginny, and Neville went to keep watch on it. but Malfoy got past us. He came out of the room about an hour after we started keeping watch, said Ginny. He was on his own, clutching that awful shriveled arm - His Hand of Glory, said Ron. Gives light only to the holder, remember. Anyway, Ginny went on, he must have been checking whether the coast was clear to let the Death Eaters out, because the moment he saw us he threw something into the air and it all went pitch-black - - Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, said Ron bitterly. Fred and Georges. Im going to be having a word with them about who they let buy their products.
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