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Said Dumbledore, standing up and striding about the room, his glittering robes swooshing in his wake; Harry had never seen him so agitated. By attempting to kill you, Voldemort himself singled out the remarkable person who sits here in front of me, and gave him the tools for the job. It is Voldemorts fault that you were able to see into his thoughts, his ambitions, that you even understand the snakelike language in which he gives orders, and yet, Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemorts world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemorts followers. Of course I havent. said Harry indignantly. He killed my mum and dad. You are protected, in short, by your ability to love. said Dumbledore loudly. The only protection that can possibly work against the lure of power like Voldemorts. In spite of all the temptation you have endured, all the suffering, you remain pure of heart, just as pure as you were at the age of eleven, when you stared into a mirror that reflected your hearts desire, and it showed you only the way to thwart Lord Voldemort, and not immortality or riches. Harry, have you any idea how few wizards could have seen what you saw in that mirror. Voldemort should have known then what he was dealing with, but he did not. But he knows it now. You have flitted into Lord Voldemorts mind without damage to yourself, but he cannot possess you without enduring mortal agony, as he discovered in the Ministry. I do not think he understands why, Harry, but then, he was in such a hurry to mutilate his own soul, he never paused to understand the incomparable power of a soul that is untarnished and whole. But, sir, said Harry, making valiant efforts not to sound argumentative, it all comes to the same thing, doesnt it. Ive got to try and kill him, or - Got to. said Dumbledore. Of course youve got to. But not because of the prophecy. Because you, yourself, will never rest until youve tried. We both know it. Imagine, please, just for a moment, that you had never heard that prophecy. How would you feel about Voldemort now. Think. Harry watched Dumbledore striding up and down in front of him, and thought. He thought of his mother, his father, and Sirius. He thought of Cedric Diggory. He thought of all the terrible deeds he knew Lord Voldemort had done. A flame seemed to leap inside his chest, searing his throat. Id want him finished, said Harry quietly. And Id want to do it. Of course you would. cried Dumbledore. You see, the prophecy does not mean you have to do anything. But the prophecy caused Lord Voldemort to mark you as his equal. In other words, you are free to choose your way, quite free to turn your back on the prophecy. But Voldemort continues to set store by the prophecy. He will continue to hunt you. which makes it certain, really, that - That one of us is going to end up killing the other, said Harry. Yes. But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world. E CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR SECTUMSEMPRA xhausted but delighted with his nights work, Harry told Ron and Hermione everything that had happened during next mornings Charms lesson (having first cast the Muffliato spell upon those nearest them). They were both satisfyingly impressed by the way he had wheedled the memory out of Slughorn and positively awed when he told them about Voldemorts Horcruxes and Dumbledores promise to take Harry along, should he find another one. Wow, said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. Wow. Youre actually going to go with Dumbledore. and try and destroy. wow. Ron, youre making it snow, said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Rons arm. Oh yeah, said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. Sorry. looks like weve all got horrible dandruff now. He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermiones shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her. We split up, he told Harry out of the corner of his mouth. Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously she couldnt see you, so she thought it had just been the two of us. Ah, said Harry. Well - you dont mind its over, do you. No, Ron admitted. It was pretty bad while she was yelling, but at least I didnt have to finish it. Coward, said Hermione, though she looked amused. Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry. Harry thought there was a rather knowing look in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga. Keeping his face as immobile and his voice as indifferent as he could, he asked, How come. Oh, something really silly. She said he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole, like she couldnt climb in herself. but theyve been a bit rocky for ages. Harry glanced over at Dean on the other side of the classroom. He certainly looked unhappy. Of course, this puts you in a bit of a dilemma, doesnt it. said Hermione. What dyou mean. said Harry quickly. The Quidditch team, said Hermione. If Ginny and Dean arent speaking. Oh - oh yeah, said Harry. Flitwick, said Ron in a warning tone. The tiny little Charms master was bobbing his way toward them, and Hermione was the only one who had managed to turn vinegar into wine; her glass flask was full of deep crimson liquid, whereas the contents of Harrys and Rons were still murky brown. Now, now, boys, squeaked Professor Flitwick reproachfully. A little less talk, a little more action. Let me see you try. Together they raised their wands, concentrating with keeps pc steam crashing warzone their might, and pointed them at their flasks. Harrys vinegar turned to ice; Rons flask exploded. Yes. for homework, said Professor Flitwick, reemerging from under the table and pulling shards of glass out of the top of his hat, practice. They had one of their rare joint free periods after Charms and walked back to the common room together. Ron seemed to be positively lighthearted about the end of his relationship with Lavender, and Hermione seemed cheery too, though when asked what she was grinning about she simply said, Its a nice day. Neither of them seemed to have noticed that a fierce battle was raging inside Harrys brain: Shes Rons sister. But shes ditched Dean. Shes still Rons sister. Im his best mate. Thatll make it worse. If I talked to him first - Hed hit you. What if I dont care. Hes your best mate. Harry barely noticed that they were climbing through the portrait hole into the sunny common room, and only vaguely registered the small group of seventh years clustered together there, until Hermione cried, Katie. Youre back. Are you okay. Harry stared: It was indeed Katie Bell, looking completely healthy and surrounded by her jubilant friends. Im really well. she said happily. They let me out of St. Mungos on Monday, I had a couple of days at home with Mum and Dad and then came back here this morning. Leanne was just telling me about McLaggen and the last match, Harry. Yeah, said Harry, well, now youre back and Rons fit, well have a decent chance of thrashing Ravenclaw, which means we could still be in the running for the Cup. Listen, Katie. He had to put the question to her at once; his curiosity even drove Ginny temporarily from his brain. He dropped his voice as Katies friends started gathering up their things; apparently they were late for Transfiguration. that necklace. can you remember who gave it to you now. No, said Katie, shaking her head ruefully. Everyones been asking me, but I havent got a clue. The last thing I remember was walking into the ladies in the Three Broomsticks. You definitely went into the bathroom, then. said Hermione. Well, I know I pushed open the door, said Katie, so I suppose whoever Imperiused me was standing just Steam machine in bathroom it. After that, my memorys a blank until about two weeks ago in St. Mungos. Listen, Id better go, I wouldnt put it past McGonagall to give me lines even if it is my first day back. She caught up her bag and books and hurried after her friends, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to sit down at a window table and ponder what she had told them. So it must have been a girl or a woman who gave Katie the necklace, said Hermione, to be in the ladies bathroom. Or someone who looked like a girl read more a woman, said Harry. Dont forget, there was a cauldron full of Polyjuice Potion at Hogwarts. We know some of it got stolen. In his minds eye, he watched a parade of Crabbes and Goyles prance past, all transformed into girls. I think Im going to take another swig of Felix, said Harry, and have a go at the Room of Requirement again. That would be a complete waste of potion, said Hermione flatly, putting down the copy of Spellmans Syllabary she had just taken out of her bag. Luck can only get you so far, Harry. The situation with Slughorn was different; you always had the ability to persuade him, you just needed to tweak the circumstances a bit. Luck isnt enough to get you through a powerful enchantment, though. Dont go wasting the rest of that potion. Youll need all the luck you can get if Dumbledore takes you along with him. She dropped her voice to a whisper. Couldnt we make some more. Ron asked Harry, ignoring Hermione. Itd be great to have a stock of it. Have a look in the book. Harry pulled his copy of Advanced Potion-Making out of his bag and looked up Felix Felicis. Blimey, its seriously complicated, he said, running an eye down the list of ingredients. And it takes six months. Youve got to let it stew. Typical, said Ron. Harry was about to put his book away again when he noticed more info corner of a page folded down; turning to it, he saw the Sectumsempra spell, captioned For Enemies, that he had marked a few weeks previously. He had still not found out what it did, mainly because he did not want to test it around Hermione, but he was considering trying it out on McLaggen next time he came up behind him unawares. The only person who was not particularly pleased to see Katie Bell back at school was Dean Thomas, because he would no longer be required to fill her place as Chaser. He took the blow stoically enough when Harry told him, merely grunting and shrugging, but Harry had the distinct feeling as he walked away that Dean and Seamus were muttering mutinously behind his back. The following fortnight saw the best Quidditch practices Harry had known as Captain. His team was so pleased to be rid of McLaggen, so glad to have Katie back at last, that they were flying extremely well. Ginny did not seem at all upset about the breakup with Dean; on the contrary, she was the life and soul of the team. Her imitations of Ron anxiously bobbing up and down in front of the goalposts as the Quaffle sped toward him, or of Harry bellowing orders at McLaggen before being knocked out cold, kept them all highly amused. Harry, laughing with the others, was glad to have an innocent reason to look at Ginny; he had received several Steam machine in bathroom Bludger injuries during practice because he had not been keeping his eyes on the Snitch. The battle still raged inside his head: Ginny or Ron. Sometimes he thought that the post-Lavender Ron might not mind too opinion call of duty images logo agree if he asked Ginny out, but then he remembered Rons expression when he had seen her kissing Dean, and was sure that Ron would consider it base treachery if Harry so much as held her hand. Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her; however much his conscience ached, he found himself wondering how best to get her on her own. It would have been ideal if Slughorn had given another of his little parties, for Ron would not be around - but unfortunately, Slughorn seemed to have given them up. Once or twice Harry considered asking for Hermiones help, but he did not think he could stand seeing the smug look on her face; he thought he caught it sometimes when Hermione spotted him staring at Ginny or laughing at her jokes. And to complicate matters, he had the nagging worry that if he didnt do it, somebody else was sure to ask Ginny out soon: He and Ron were at least agreed on the fact that she was too popular for her own good. All in all, the temptation to take another gulp of Felix Felicis was becoming stronger by the day, for surely this was a case for, as Hermione put it, tweaking the circumstances. The balmy days slid gently through May, and Ron seemed to be there at Harrys shoulder every time he saw Ginny. Harry found himself longing for a stroke of luck that would somehow cause Ron to realize that nothing would make him happier than his best friend and his sister falling for each other and to leave them alone together for longer than a few seconds. There seemed no chance of either while the final Quidditch game of the season was looming; Ron wanted to talk tactics with Harry all the time and had little thought for anything else. Ron was not unique in this respect; interest in the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw game was running extremely high throughout the school, for the match would decide the Championship, which was still wide open. If Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw by a margin of three hundred points (a tall order, and yet Harry had never known his team to fly better) then they would win the Championship. If they won by less than three hundred points, they would come second to Ravenclaw; if they lost by a hundred points they would be third behind Hufflepuff and if they lost by more than a hundred, they would be in fourth place and nobody, Harry thought, would ever, ever let him forget that it had been he who had captained Gryffindor to their first bottom-of-thetable defeat in two centuries. The run-up to this crucial match had all the click here features: members of rival Houses attempting to intimidate opposing teams in the corridors; unpleasant chants about individual players being rehearsed loudly as they passed; the team members themselves either swaggering around enjoying all the attention or else dashing into bathrooms between classes to throw up. Somehow, the game had become inextricably linked in Harrys mind with success or failure in his plans for Ginny. He could not help feeling that if they won by more than three hundred points, the scenes of euphoria and a nice loud after-match party might be just as good as a hearty swig of Felix Felicis. In the midst of all his preoccupations, Harry had not forgotten his other ambition: finding out what Malfoy was up to in the Room of Requirement. He was still checking the Marauders Map, and as he was unable to locate Malfoy on it, deduced that Malfoy was still spending plenty of time within the room. Although Harry was losing hope that he would ever succeed in getting inside the Room of Requirement, he attempted it whenever he was in the vicinity, but no matter how he reworded his request, the wall remained firmly doorless. A few days before the match against Ravenclaw, Harry found himself walking down to dinner alone from the common room, Ron having rushed off into a nearby bathroom to throw up yet again, and Hermione having dashed off to see Professor Vector about a mistake she thought she might have made in her last Arithmancy essay. More out of habit than anything, Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauders Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoys tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle. Harry only stopped staring at this unlikely coupling when he walked right into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought him out of his reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, he dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below. Outside the bathroom, he pressed his ear against the door. He could not hear anything. He very quietly pushed the door open. Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed. Dont, crooned Moaning Myrtles voice from one of the cubicles. Dont. tell me whats wrong. I can help you. No one can help me, said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. I cant do it.
Sme´agol always helps, if they asks if they asks nicely. Right. said Sam. I does ask. And if that isnt nice enough, Steam start in invisible mode begs. Gollum disappeared. He was away some time, and Frodo after a few mouthfuls of lembas settled deep into the brown fern and went to sleep. Sam looked at him. The early daylight was only just creeping down into the shadows under the trees, but he saw his masters face very clearly, and his hands, too, lying at rest on the ground beside him. He was reminded suddenly of Frodo as he had lain, asleep in the house of Elrond, after his deadly wound. Then as he had kept watch Sam had noticed that at times a light seemed to be shining faintly within; but now the light was even clearer and stronger. Frodos face was peaceful, the marks invisibe fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping Steeam was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: I love him. Hes like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no. Gollum returned quietly and peered over Sams shoulder. Looking at Frodo, he shut his eyes and crawled away without a sound. Sam came to him a moment later and found him chewing something and muttering to himself. On the ground beside him lay two small rabbits, which he was beginning to eye greedily. O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA Steam start in invisible mode 653 Sme´agol always helps, he said. He has brought rabbits, nice rabbits. But master has gone to sleep, and perhaps Sam wants to sleep. Doesnt want rabbits now. Sme´agol tries to help, but he cant catch things all in a minute. Sam, however, had no objection to rabbit at all, and said so. At least not to cooked rabbit. All hobbits, of course, can cook, for they begin to invisble the art before their letters (which many never reach); omde Sam was a good cook, even by hobbit reckoning, and he had done a good deal of the camp-cooking on their travels, when there was a chance. He still hopefully carried some of his gear in his pack: a on tinder-box, two small shallow pans, the smaller fitting into the larger; inside them a wooden spoon, a short two-pronged fork and some skewers were stowed; and hidden at the bottom of the pack in a flat wooden box a dwindling treasure, some salt. But he needed a fire, and other things besides. He thought for a bit, while he took out his knife, click and whetted it, and began to dress the rabbits. He was not going to leave Frodo alone asleep even for a few minutes. Now, Gollum, he said, Ive another job for you. Go and fill these pans with water, and bring em back. Sme´agol will fetch water, yes, said Gollum. But what does the kn want all that water for. He has drunk, he has washed. Never you mind, said Sam. If you cant guess, youll soon find out. And the sooner you fetch the water, the sooner youll learn. Dont you damage one of my Steam start in invisible mode, or Ill carve you into mincemeat. While Stary was away Sam took another look at Frodo. He was still sleeping quietly, but Sam was now struck most by the leanness of his face and hands. Too thin and drawn he is, he muttered. Not right for a hobbit. If I can get these coneys cooked, Im going to wake him up. Sam gathered a pile of the driest fern, and then scrambled up the Steam start in invisible mode collecting a bundle of twigs and broken wood; the fallen kn of a cedar at the top gave him a good supply. He cut out some turves at the foot of the bank just outside the fern-brake, and made a shallow hole and laid his fuel in it. Being handy with flint and tinder he soon had a small blaze going. It made little or no smoke but gave off an aromatic scent. He was just stooping over his fire, shielding it and building it up with heavier wood, when Gollum returned, carrying the pans carefully and grumbling to himself. He set the pans down, and then please click for source saw what Sam was doing. He gave a thin hissing shriek, and seemed to be both frightened and angry. Ach.
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