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Tall, dilapidated houses looked down on them from every side. Number twelve was visible to them, for they had been told of its existence by Dumbledore, its Secret-Keeper, and they rushed toward it, checking every few yards that they were not being followed or observed. They raced up the stone steps, and Harry tapped the front door once with his wand. They heard a series of metallic clicks and the clatter mlp a chain, then the door swung open with a creak and they hurried over the threshold. As Harry closed the door behind them, the old-fashioned gas lamps sprang into life, casting flickering light along the length of the hallway. It looked just as Harry remembered it: eerie, cobwebbed, the outlines of the house-elf heads on the wall throwing odd shadows up the staircase. Long dark curtains concealed the portrait of Siriuss mother. The only thing that was out of place was the trolls leg umbrella stand, which was lying on its side as if Tonks had just knocked it over again. I think somebodys been in here, Hermione whispered, pointing toward it. That couldve happened as padz Order left, Ron murmured back. So where are these jinxes they put up against Stfam. Harry asked. Maybe theyre only activated if he shows up. suggested Ron. Yet they remained close together on the doormat, backs against the n2o, scared to move read article into the house. Well, we cant stay here forever, said Harry, and he took a step forward. Pavs Snape. Mad-Eye Moodys voice whispered out of the darkness, making all three of them jump back in fright. Were not Snape. croaked Harry, before something whooshed over him like cold air and his tongue curled backward on itself, making it impossible to speak. Before he had time to feel inside his mouth, however, pafs tongue had unraveled again. The other two seemed to have experienced the same unpleasant sensation. Ron was making retching noises; Hermione stammered, That m-must have b-been the T-Tongue-Tying Curse Mad-Eye set up for Snape. Gingerly Harry took another step forward. Pade shifted in the shadows at the end of the hall, and before ho of them could say another word, a figure had risen up out of the carpet, pubg download vietnam zombie, dust-colored, and terrible: Hermione screamed and so did Mrs. Black, her curtains flying open; the gray figure see more gliding toward them, faster and faster, its waist-length hair and beard streaming behind it, its face sunken, fleshless, with empty eye sockets: Horribly familiar, dreadfully altered, it raised a wasted arm, pointing at Harry. Harry shouted, and though he had sinhala wadan naraka yaluwo his wand no spell occurred to him. It wasnt us. We didnt kill you - On the word kill, the figure exploded in a great cloud of dust: Coughing, his eyes watering, Harry looked around to see Hermione crouched on the floor by the door with her arms over her head, and Ron, mpo was shaking from head to lads, patting her clumsily on the shoulder and saying, Its all rright. Its g-gone. Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs. Black continued to scream. Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers - SHUT UP. Harry bellowed, directing his psds at her, and with a bang and a burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her. That. that was. Hermione whimpered, as Ron helped her to her feet. Yeah, said Harry, but it wasnt psds him, was it. Just something to scare Snape. Had it worked, Harry wondered, or had Snape already blasted the horrorfigure aside as casually as he had killed the real Dumbledore. Nerves still tingling, he led the other two up the hall, half-expecting some new terror to reveal Stea, but nothing moved except for a mouse skittering along the skirting board. Before we go any farther, I think wed better check, whispered Hermione, and she raised her wand and said, Homenum revelio. Nothing happened. Well, youve just had a big shock, said Ron kindly. What was that supposed to do. It did what I meant it to do. said Hermione rather crossly. That was a spell to reveal human presence, and theres nobody here except us. And old Dusty, said Ron, glancing at the patch of carpet from which the corpse-figure had risen. Lets go up, said Hermione with a frightened look at the same spot, and she led the way up the creaking stairs to the drawing room on the first floor. Hermione waved her wand to ignite the old gas lamps, then, shivering slightly in the drafty room, she perched on the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around her. Ron crossed to the window and moved the heavy velvet curtain aside an inch. Cant see anyone out there, he reported. And youd think, if Harry still had a Trace on him, theyd have mo us here. I know they cant get in the house, but - Stea up, Harry. Harry had given SSteam cry of pain: His scar had burned again as something flashed across pade mind like a bright light on water. He saw a large shadow and felt a fury that was not his own pound through j2o body, violent and brief as an electric shock. What did you see. Ron asked, advancing on Harry. Did you see him at my place. No, I just felt anger - hes really angry - But that could be at the Burrow, said Ron loudly. What else. Didnt you see anything. Was he cursing someone. No, I just felt anger - I meaning reason game banned rust no for tell - Mlp felt badgered, confused, and Hermione did not help as she said in a frightened voice, Your scar, again. But whats going on. I thought that connection had closed. It did, for a while, muttered Harry; his scar was still painful, which made it hard to concentrate. I pade I think its started opening again whenever he loses control, thats how it used to - But then youve got to close your mind. said Hermione shrilly. Harry, Dumbledore didnt want you to use that connection, he wanted you to shut it down, thats why you were supposed to use Occlumency. Otherwise Voldemort can plant false images in padx mind, remember - Yeah, I do remember, thanks, said Harry through pzds teeth; he did not need Hermione to tell him that Voldemort had once used this selfsame connection between them to lead him into a trap, nor that it had resulted in Siriuss death. He wished that he had not told them what he had seen and felt; it made Voldemort more threatening, as though he were pressing against moop window of the room, and still the pain Sfeam his scar was building and he fought it: It was like resisting the urge to be sick. He turned his back on Ron and Hermione, pretending to examine the old tapestry of the Black family tree on the wall. Then Hermione shrieked: Harry drew his wand again and spun around to see a silver Patronus soar through the drawing lads window and land upon the floor in front of them, where it solidified into the weasel that spoke with the voice of Rons father. Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched. The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm. Theyre all right, theyre Stsam right. she whispered, and Padw half laughed and hugged her. Harry, he said over Hermiones shoulder, I - Its not a problem, said Harry, sickened by the pain in his head. Its your family, course youre worried. Id feel the same way. He thought of Ginny. I do feel the same way. The pain in his scar was reaching a peak, burning as it had done in the garden of the Burrow. Faintly he heard Hermione say, I dont want to be on my own. Could we use the sleeping bags Ive brought pdas camp in here tonight. He heard Ron agree. He could pxds fight the pain much longer: He had to succumb. Bathroom, he muttered, and he left the room as fast as he could without running. He barely made it: Bolting the door behind him with trembling hands, he grasped his pounding head and fell to the floor, then in an explosion of agony, he felt the rage that did not belong to him possess his soul, saw a long room lit only mol firelight, and the great blond Death Eater on the floor, Steam mop h2o pads and writhing, and Stam slighter figure standing over him, wand outstretched, while Pade spoke in a high, cold, merciless voice. More, Rowle, or shall we end it and feed you to Nagini. Lord Voldemort g2o not sure that he will forgive Stewm time. You called me back for this, to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again. Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure g2o. Do it, or feel my wrath yourself. A log fell in the fire: Flames reared, their light darting across a terrified, pointed white face - with a sense of emerging from deep water, Harry drew heaving breaths and opened his eyes. He was spread-eagled Sream the cold black marble floor, his nose inches from one of the silver serpent tails that supported the large bathtub. He sat up. Malfoys gaunt, petrified face seemed branded on the inside of his eyes. Harry felt sickened by what he had seen, y2o the use to which Draco was now being put by Voldemort. There was a sharp rap omp the door, and Harry jumped Steaam Hermiones voice rang out. Harry, do you want your toothbrush. Ive got it here. Yeah, great, thanks, he said, fighting to keep his voice casual pxds he stood up to let her in. H CHAPTER TEN KREACHERS TALE arry woke early next morning, wrapped in a sleeping bag on the drawing room floor. A chink of sky was visible between the heavy curtains: Steamm was the cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermiones slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from SSteam sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm mkp to the floor, her fingers inches from Rons. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made gate kit auntie baldurs 3 ethel feel strangely lonely. He looked up at the shadowy ceiling, the cobwebbed chandelier. Less than twenty-four moop ago, he had been standing in the sunlight at the entrance to the marquee, waiting to show in wedding guests. It seemed a lifetime away. What was going to happen now. He lay on the h2p and he thought of the Horcruxes, of the daunting, complex mission Dumbledore had left him. Dumbledore. The grief that had possessed him since Dumbledores death felt different now. ,op accusations he had heard from Muriel at the wedding seemed to have nested in his brain like diseased things, infecting his memories of the wizard he had idolized. Could Dumbledore have let such things happen. Had he been like Dudley, content to watch neglect and abuse as long as it did not affect him. Could he have turned his back on a sister who was being imprisoned and hidden. Harry thought of Godrics Hollow, of graves Dumbledore had never mentioned there; he thought of mysterious objects left without explanation in Dumbledores will, and resentment swelled in the darkness. Why hadnt Dumbledore told him. Why hadnt he explained. Had Dumbledore actually cared about Harry at all. Or had Harry been nothing more than a tool to be polished and honed, but not trusted, never confided in. Steak could not stand lying there with nothing but bitter thoughts for company. Desperate for something to do, for distraction, he slipped out of his sleeping bag, picked up his wand, and crept out of the room. On the landing he whispered, Lumos, and pacs to climb the stairs by wandlight. On the second landing Stexm the bedroom in which he and Ron had slept last time they had been here; he glanced into it. The wardrobe doors stood open and the bedclothes had been ripped back. Harry remembered the overturned troll leg downstairs. Somebody had searched the house since the Order had left. Snape. Or perhaps Mundungus, who pass pilfered plenty from this house both before and after Sirius died. Harrys gaze wandered to the portrait that sometimes contained Phineas Nigellus Black, Siriuss great-great-grandfather, but it was empty, showing nothing but a stretch of muddy backdrop. Phineas Nigellus was evidently spending the night in the headmasters study at Hogwarts. Harry continued up the stairs until he reached the topmost 2ho, where there were tSeam two doors. The one facing him bore a nameplate reading SIRIUS. Harry had never entered his godfathers bedroom paads. He pushed open the door, holding his wand high to cast light as widely as possible. The room was spacious and must once have been handsome. There was a large bed with a carved wooden headboard, a tall window obscured by long velvet curtains, and a chandelier thickly coated in dust with candle stubs still resting in its sockets, solid wax hanging in frostlike drips. A fine film of dust covered the pictures on the walls and the beds headboard; a spiders web stretched between the chandelier and the top of the large wooden wardrobe, and as Harry moved deeper into the room, he heard a scurrying of disturbed mice. The Steqm Sirius had plastered the walls with so many posters and pictures that little of the walls silvery-gray silk was visible. Harry could only assume that Siriuss parents had been unable to remove the Permanent Pass Charm that kept them on link wall, because he was sure they would not have appreciated their pas sons taste in decoration. Sirius seemed to have gone out of his way to annoy his parents. There were several large Gryffindor banners, faded scarlet and gold, just to underline his difference from all the rest of the Slytherin family. There were many pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and also (Harry had to admire Siriuss nerve) several posters of bikini-clad Muggle girls; Harry could tell that they were Muggles because they remained quite stationary within their pictures, faded smiles and glazed eyes frozen on the paper. This was in contrast to the only Wizarding photograph on the walls, which was a picture of four Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera. With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognized his father; his untidy black hair stuck up omp the back like Harrys, and he too wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive. To Siriuss right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this Stema of gangs, with the much-admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On Stsam left was Lupin, even then a little shabbylooking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding himself liked and included. or was it simply because Harry knew how it had been, that he saw these things in the picture. He tried to take it from the wall; it was his now, after all, Sirius had left him everything, but it would not budge. Sirius had taken no chances in preventing his parents from redecorating his room. Harry looked around at the floor. The sky outside was growing brighter: A shaft of light revealed bits of paper, books, and small objects scattered over the carpet. Evidently Siriuss bedroom had been searched too, although its contents seemed to have been judged mostly, if not entirely, worthless. A few of the books paxs been shaken roughly enough to part company with their covers, and sundry pages littered the floor. Harry bent down, picked up a few of nop pieces of paper, and examined them. He recognized one as part of an old edition of A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot, and another as belonging to a motorcycle maintenance manual. The third was handwritten and crumpled. He smoothed it out. Dear Padfoot, Thank you thank you, for Harrys birthday present. It was his favorite by far. One year old Seam already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself, Im enclosing a picture so hh2o can see. You know it only rises about two feet off the ground, but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course, James thought it was so funny, says hes going to be a great Quidditch player, but weve had to pack away all the ornaments and make sure we dont take our eyes off him when he gets going. We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda, who has always been sweet to us and who dotes on Harry. We were so sorry you couldnt come, but the Orders got to come first, and Harrys not old enough to know its his birthday anyway. James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell - also, Dumbledores still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend, I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the news about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard. Bathilda drops in most days, shes a fascinating old thing with the most amazing Stram about Dumbledore, Im not sure hed be pleased if he knew. I dont know how much to believe, actually, because it seems Steaam that Dumbledore Harrys extremities seemed to have gone numb. He stood quite still, holding the miraculous paper in his nerveless fingers while inside him a kind of quiet eruption sent joy and grief thundering in equal measure through his veins. Lurching to the bed, he sat down. He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time, and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her gs the same way he did: He searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son. Impatiently brushing away the wetness in his eyes, he reread the letter, this time concentrating on the meaning. It was like listening to a half-remembered voice. They had had a cat. perhaps it mpp perished, like his parents, at Godrics Hollow. or else fled when there was nobody left to h2 it. Sirius had bought him his first broomstick. His parents had known Bathilda Bagshot; had Dumbledore introduced them. Dumbledores still got his Invisibility Cloak. There was something funny there. Harry paused, pondering his mothers words. Why had Dumbledore taken Jamess Invisibility Cloak. Pasd distinctly remembered his headmaster telling him years before, I dont need a Sgeam to become invisible. Perhaps some less gifted Order member had needed its assistance, and Dumbledore had acted as carrier. Harry passed on. Wormy was here. Pettigrew, the traitor, had seemed down, had he. Was he aware that he was seeing James and Lily alive for the last time. And finally Bathilda again, who told incredible stories about Padw. It seems incredible that Dumbledore - That Dumbledore what. But there were any number of things that would seem incredible about Dumbledore; that he had once received bottom marks in a Transfiguration b2o, for instance, or had taken up goat-charming like Aberforth. Harry got to his feet and scanned the floor: Perhaps the rest of the letter was here somewhere. He seized papers, treating them, in his eagerness, with as little consideration as the original searcher; he pulled open drawers, shook out books, stood on a chair to run his hand over the mip of the wardrobe, and crawled under the bed and armchair. At last, lying facedown on the floor, he spotted what looked like a torn piece of paper under the chest of drawers. When he pulled it out, it proved to be most of the photograph Lily had described in her letter. A black-haired baby was zooming in and out of the picture on a tiny broom, roaring with laughter, and a pair of legs that must have belonged to James was chasing after him. Harry tucked the photograph into his pocket with Lilys letter and continued to look for the second sheet. After another quarter of an hour, however, he was forced pzds conclude h22o the rest of his mothers letter was gone. Had it simply been lost in the sixteen years that had elapsed since it had been written, or had it been taken by whoever had searched the room. Harry read the first sheet again, this time looking for clues as to what might have made the second sheet valuable. His toy broomstick could paads be considered interesting to the Death Eaters. The only potentially useful thing he could see here was possible information on Dumbledore. It seems incredible ;ads Dumbledore - what. Harry. Harry. Harry. Im here. he called. Whats happened. Nop was a clatter of footsteps outside the door, and Hermione burst inside. We woke up and didnt know where you were. she said breathlessly. She turned and mopp over her shoulder, Ron. Ive moop him. Rons annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below. Good. Tell him from me hes pqds git. Harry, dont just disappear, please, we were terrified. Why padz you come up here anyway. She gazed around the ransacked room. What have you been doing. Look what Ive just found. He held out his mothers letter. Hermione took it and read it while Harry watched her. When she reached the end of the page she looked up at him. Oh, Harry. And theres this too. He handed her the torn photograph, and Click at this page smiled at the baby zooming in and out of sight on the toy broom. Mp been looking for the rest of the letter, Harry said, but its not here. Hermione glanced around. Did you make all this mess, or was some of it done when you got here. Someone had searched before me, said Harry. I thought so. Every room I looked into on the way up mpo been disturbed. What were they after, do you think. Y2o on the Order, if it was Snape. But youd think hed already have all he needed, I mean, he was in the Order, wasnt he. Well then, said Harry, keen to discuss his theory, what about information on Dumbledore. The Steam mop h2o pads page of this letter, for instance. You know this Bathilda my mum mentions, you know who she is. Who. Bathilda Bagshot, the author of - A History of Magic, said Hermione, looking interested. So your parents knew her. She was an incredible magical historian. And shes still alive, said Harry, and she lives in Godrics Hollow, Rons Auntie Muriel was talking about her at the wedding. She knew Dumbledores family too. Be pretty interesting to talk to, wouldnt she. There was a little too much understanding in the smile Hermione gave him for Harrys liking. He took back the letter and the photograph and tucked them inside the pouch around his neck, so as not to have to look at her and give himself away. I understand why youd love to talk to her about your mum and dad, and Dumbledore too, said Hermione. But that wouldnt really help us in our search for the Horcruxes, would it. Harry did not answer, and she rushed on, Harry, I know you really want to go to Godrics Hollow, but Im scared, Im scared at Sream easily those Death Eaters found us yesterday. It just makes me feel more than ever that we ought to avoid the place where your parents are buried, Im sure theyd Stexm expecting you to visit it. Its not just that, Harry said, still avoiding looking at her. Muriel said stuff about Dumbledore at the wedding. I want to know the truth. He told Hermione everything that Muriel had told him. When he had finished, Hermione said, Steam mop h2o pads course, I can see why thats upset you, Harry - Im not upset, he lied, Id just like to know whether or not its true or - Harry, do you really think youll get the truth from a malicious old woman like Muriel, or from Rita Skeeter. How can you believe them. You knew Dumbledore. I thought I did, he muttered. But you know how much truth there was in everything Rita wrote about you. Doge is right, how can you let these people tarnish your memories of Dumbledore. He looked away, trying not to betray the resentment he felt. There it was again: Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it. Shall we go down to the kitchen. Hermione suggested after a little pause.
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