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Perhaps your sister will consent to be our Bonder. Bellatrixs mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. Beneath Bellatrixs astonished gaze, they grasped right hands. You will need your wand, Bellatrix, said Snape coldly. She drew it, still looking astonished. And you will need to move a little closer, he said. She stepped forward so that she stood over them, and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands. Narcissa spoke. Will you, Severus, watch over my son, Draco, as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lords wishes. I will, said Snape. A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wound its way around their hands like a red-hot wire. And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm. I will, said Snape. A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain. And, should it prove necessary. if it seems Draco will fail. whispered Narcissa (Snapes hand twitched within hers, but he did not draw away), will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform. There was a moments silence. Bellatrix watched, her wand upon their clasped hands, her eyes wide. I will, said Snape. Bellatrixs astounded face glowed red in the blaze of a third tongue of flame, which shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself thickly around their clasped hands, like a rope, like a fiery snake. H CHAPTER THREE WILL AND WONT arry Potter was snoring loudly. He had been sitting in a chair beside his bedroom window for the best part of four hours, staring steam family beta same country at the darkening street, and had finally fallen asleep with one side of his face pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses askew and his mouth wide open. The misty fug his breath had left on the window sparkled in the orange glare of the streetlamp outside, and the artificial light drained his face of all color, so that he looked ghostly beneath his shock of untidy black hair. The room was strewn with various possessions and a good smattering of rubbish. Owl feathers, apple cores, and sweet wrappers littered the floor, a number of spellbooks lay higgledy-piggledy among the tangled robes on his bed, and a mess of newspapers sat in a puddle of light on this web page desk. The headline of one blared: HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE. Rumors continue to fly about the mysterious recent disturbance at the Ministry of Magic, during which He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was sighted once more. Were not allowed to talk about it, dont ask me anything, said one agitated Obliviator, who refused to give his name as he left the Ministry last night. Nevertheless, highly placed sources within the Ministry have confirmed that the disturbance centered on the fabled Hall of Prophecy. Though Ministry spokeswizards have hitherto refused even to confirm the existence of such a place, a growing number of the Wizarding community believe that the Death Eaters now serving sentences in Azkaban for trespass and attempted theft were attempting to steal a prophecy. The nature of that prophecy is unknown, although speculation is rife that it concerns Harry Potter, the only person ever known to have survived the Killing Curse, and who is also known to have been at the Ministry on the night in question. Some are going so far as to call Potter the Chosen One, believing that the prophecy names him as the only one who will be able to rid us of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The current whereabouts of the prophecy, if it exists, are unknown, although (ctd. page 2, column 5) A second newspaper lay beside the first. This one bore the headline: SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE Most of this front page was taken up with a large black-and-white picture of a man with a lionlike mane of thick hair and a rather ravaged face. The picture was moving - the man was waving at the ceiling. Rufus Scrimgeour, previously Head of the Auror office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has succeeded Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic. The appointment has largely been greeted with enthusiasm by the Wizarding community, though rumors of a rift between the new Minister and Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, surfaced within hours of Scrimgeour taking office. Scrimgeours representatives admitted that he had met with Dumbledore at once upon taking possession of the top job, but refused to comment on the topics under discussion. Albus Dumbledore is known to (ctd. page 3, column 2) To the left of this paper sat another, which had been folded so that a story bearing the title MINISTRY GUARANTEES STUDENTS SAFETY was visible. Newly appointed Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, spoke today of the https://freewargames.cloud/game-download/pubg-game-download-video-record.php new measures taken by his Ministry to ensure the safety of students returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this autumn. For obvious reasons, the Ministry will not be going into detail about its stringent new security plans, said the Minister, although an insider confirmed that measures include defensive spells and charms, a complex array of countercurses, and a small task force of Aurors dedicated solely to the protection of Hogwarts School. Most seem reassured by the new Ministers tough stand on student safety. Said Mrs. Augusta Longbottom, My grandson, Neville - a good friend of Harry Potters, incidentally, who fought the Death Eaters alongside him at the Ministry in June and - But the rest of this story was obscured by the large birdcage standing on top of it. Inside it was a magnificent snowy owl. Her amber eyes surveyed the room imperiously, her head swiveling occasionally to gaze at her snoring master. Once or twice she clicked her beak impatiently, but Harry was too deeply asleep to hear her. A large trunk stood in the very middle of the room. Its lid was open; it looked expectant; yet it was almost empty but for a residue of old underwear, sweets, empty ink bottles, and broken quills that coated the very bottom. Nearby, on the floor, lay a purple leaflet emblazoned with the words: --- ISSUED ON BEHALF OF --- The Ministry of Magic PROTECTING YOUR HOME AND FAMILY AGAINST DARK FORCES The Wizarding community is currently under threat from an organization calling itself the Death Eaters. Observing the following simple security guidelines will help protect you, your family, and your home from attack. You are advised not to leave the house alone. Particular care should be taken during the hours of darkness. Wherever possible, arrange to complete journeys before night has fallen. Review the security arrangements around your house, making sure that all family members are aware of emergency read article such as Shield and Disillusionment Charms, and, in the case of underage family members, Side-Along-Apparition. Agree on security questions with close friends and family so as to detect Death Eaters masquerading as others by use of the Polyjuice Potion (see page 2). Should you feel that a family member, colleague, friend, or neighbor is acting in a strange manner, contact visit web page Magical Law Enforcement Squad at once. They may have been put under the Imperius Curse (see page 4). Should the Dark Mark appear over any dwelling place or other building, DO NOT ENTER, but contact the Auror office immediately. Unconfirmed sightings suggest that the Death Eaters may now be using Inferi (see page 10). Any sighting of an Inferius, or encounter with same, should be reported to the Ministry IMMEDIATELY. Harry grunted in his sleep and his face slid down the window an inch or so, making his glasses still more lopsided, but he did not wake up. An alarm clock, repaired by Harry several years ago, ticked loudly on the sill, showing one minute to eleven. Beside it, held in place by Harrys relaxed hand, was a piece of parchment covered in thin, slanting writing. Harry had read this letter so often since its arrival three days ago that although it had been delivered in a tightly furled scroll, it now lay quite Call of duty xbox series x youtube. Dear Harry, If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive this Call of duty xbox series x youtube Friday at eleven P. to escort you to the Burrow, where you have been invited to spend the remainder of your school holidays. If you are agreeable, I should also be glad of your assistance in a matter to which I hope to attend on the way to the Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you. Kindly send your answer by return of this owl. Hoping to see you this Friday, I am, yours most sincerely, Albus Dumbledore Though he already knew it by heart, Harry had been stealing glances at this missive every few minutes since seven oclock that evening, when he had first taken up his position beside his bedroom window, which had a reasonable view of both ends of Privet Drive. He knew it was pointless to keep rereading Dumbledores words; Harry had sent back his yes with the delivering owl, as requested, and all he could do now was wait: Either Dumbledore was going to come, or he was not. But Harry had not packed. Base th15 just seemed too good to be true that he was going to be rescued from the Dursleys after a mere pubg online play on pc zombie of their company. He could not shrug off the feeling that something was going to go wrong - his reply to Dumbledores letter might have gone astray; Dumbledore could be prevented from collecting him; the letter might turn out not to be from Dumbledore at all, but a trick or joke or trap. Harry had not been able to face packing and then being let down and having to unpack again. The only gesture he had made to the possibility of a journey was to shut his snowy owl, Hedwig, safely in her cage. The minute hand on the alarm clock reached the number twelve and, at that precise moment, the streetlamp outside the window went out. Harry awoke as though the sudden darkness were an alarm. Hastily straightening his glasses and unsticking his cheek from the glass, he pressed his nose against the window instead and squinted down at the pavement. A tall figure in a long, billowing cloak was walking up the garden path. Harry jumped up as though he had received an electric shock, knocked over his chair, and started snatching anything and everything within reach from the floor and throwing it into the trunk. Even as he lobbed a set of robes, two spellbooks, and a packet of crisps across the room, the doorbell rang. Downstairs in the living room his Uncle Vernon shouted, Who the blazes is calling at this time of night. Harry froze with a brass telescope in one hand and a pair of trainers in the other. He had completely forgotten to warn the Dursleys that Dumbledore might be coming. Feeling both panicky and close to laughter, he clambered over the trunk and wrenched open his bedroom door in time to hear a deep voice say, Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. I daresay Harry has told you I would be coming for him. Harry ran down the stairs two at a time, coming to an abrupt halt several steps from the bottom, as long experience had taught him to remain out of arms reach of his uncle whenever possible. There in the doorway stood a tall, thin man with waist-length silver hair and beard. Half-moon spectacles were perched on his crooked nose, and he was wearing a long black traveling cloak and a pointed hat. Vernon Dursley, whose mustache was quite as bushy as Dumbledores, though black, and who was wearing a puce dressing gown, was staring at the visitor as though he could not believe his tiny eyes. Judging by your look of stunned disbelief, Harry did not warn you that I was coming, said Dumbledore pleasantly. However, let us assume that you have invited me warmly into your house. It Call of duty xbox series x youtube unwise to linger overlong on doorsteps in these troubled times. He stepped smartly over the threshold and closed the front door behind him. It is a long time since my last visit, said Dumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at Uncle Vernon. I must say, your agapanthus are flourishing. Vernon Dursley said nothing at all. Harry did not doubt that speech would return to him, and soon - the vein pulsing in his uncles temple was reaching danger point - but something about Dumbledore seemed to have robbed him temporarily of breath. It might have been the blatant wizardishness of his appearance, but it might, too, have been that even Uncle Vernon could sense that here was a man whom it would be very difficult to bully. Ah, good evening Harry, said Dumbledore, looking up at him through his half-moon glasses with a most satisfied expression. Excellent, excellent. These words seemed to rouse Uncle Vernon. It was clear that as far as he was concerned, any man who could look at Harry and say excellent was a man with whom he could never see eye to eye. I here mean to be rude - he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. - yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often, Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. Ah, and this must be Petunia. The kitchen door had opened, and there stood Harrys aunt, wearing rubber gloves and a housecoat over her nightdress, clearly halfway through her usual pre-bedtime wipe-down of all the kitchen surfaces. Her rather horsey face registered nothing but shock. Albus Dumbledore, said Dumbledore, when Uncle Vernon failed to effect an introduction. We have corresponded, of course. Harry thought this an odd way of reminding Aunt Petunia that he had once sent her an exploding letter, but Aunt Petunia did not challenge the term. And this must be your son, Dudley. Dudley had that moment peered round the living room door. His large, blond head rising out of the stripy collar of his pajamas looked oddly disembodied, his mouth gaping in astonishment and fear. Dumbledore waited a moment or two, apparently to see whether any of the Dursleys were going to say anything, but as the silence stretched on he smiled. Shall we assume that you have invited me into your sitting room. Dudley scrambled out of the way as Dumbledore passed him. Harry, still clutching the telescope and trainers, jumped the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore, who had settled himself in the armchair nearest the fire and was taking in the surroundings with an expression of benign interest. He looked quite extraordinarily out of place. Arent - arent we leaving, sir. Harry asked anxiously. Yes, indeed we are, but there are a few matters we need to discuss first, said Dumbledore. And I would prefer not to do so in the open. We shall trespass upon your aunt and uncles hospitality only a little longer. You will, will you. Vernon Dursley had entered the room, Petunia at his shoulder, and Dudley skulking behind them both. Yes, said Dumbledore simply, I shall. He drew his wand so rapidly that Harry barely saw it; with a casual flick, the sofa zoomed forward and knocked the knees out from under all three of the Dursleys so that they collapsed upon it in a heap. Another flick of the wand and the sofa zoomed back to its original position. We may as well be comfortable, said Dumbledore pleasantly. As he replaced his wand in his pocket, Harry saw that his hand was blackened and shriveled; it looked as though his flesh had been burned away. Sir - what happened to your -. Later, Harry, said Dumbledore. Please sit down. Harry took the remaining armchair, choosing not to look at the Dursleys, who seemed stunned into silence. I would assume that you were going to offer me refreshment, Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point of foolishness. A third twitch of the wand, and a dusty bottle and five glasses appeared in midair.
Harry led them all back into the kitchen where, laughing and chattering, they settled on chairs, sat themselves upon Aunt Petunias gleaming work surfaces, or leaned up against her spotless appliances: Ron, long and lanky; Hermione, her bushy hair tied back in a long plait; Fred and George, grinning identically; Bill, badly scarred and long-haired; Mr. Weasley, kind-faced, balding, his spectacles a little awry; Mad-Eye, battle-worn, one-legged, his bright blue magical eye whizzing in its socket; Tonks, whose short hair was her favorite shade of bright pink; Lupin, grayer, more lined; Fleur, slender and beautiful, with her long silvery blonde hair; Kingsley, bald, black, broadshouldered; Hagrid, with his wild hair and beard, standing hunchbacked to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling; and Mundungus Fletcher, small, dirty, and hangdog, with his droopy basset hounds eyes and matted hair. Harrys heart seemed to expand and glow at the sight: He felt incredibly fond of all of them, even Mundungus, whom he had tried to strangle the last time they had met. Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister. he called across the room. He can get along without me for one night, said Kingsley. Youre more important. Harry, guess what. said Tonks from Pubg game ban perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a Pubg game ban glittered there. You got married. Harry yelped, looking from her to Lupin. Im sorry you this web page be there, Harry, it was very quiet. Thats brilliant, congrat - All right, all right, well have time for a cozy catch-up later. roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet please click for source turned to Harry. As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. Hes made it an imprisonable offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mothers charm does that already. What hes really done is to stop you getting out of here safely. Second problem: Youre underage, which means youve still got the Trace on you. I dont - The Trace, the Trace. said Mad-Eye impatiently. The charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out about underage magic. If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters. We cant wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen youll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short: Pius Thicknesse thinks hes got you cornered good and proper. Harry could not help but agree with the unknown Thicknesse. So what are we going to do. Were going to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the Trace cant detect, because we dont need to cast spells to use them: brooms, thestrals, and Hagrids motorbike. Harry could see flaws in this plan; however, he held his tongue to give Mad-Eye the chance to address them. Now, your mothers charm will only break under two conditions: when you come of age, or - Moody gestured around the pristine kitchen - you no longer call this place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that youre never going to live together again, correct. Harry nodded. So this time, when you leave, therell be no going back, and the charm will break the moment you get outside its range. Were choosing to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn seventeen. The one thing weve got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesnt know were moving you tonight. Weve leaked a fake trail to the Ministry: They think youre not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who were dealing with, so we cant just rely on him getting the date wrong; hes bound to have a couple of Death Eaters patrolling more info skies in this general area, just in case. So, weve given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place were going to hide you, theyve all got some connection with the Order: my house, Kingsleys place, Mollys Auntie Muriels - you get the idea. Yeah, said Harry, not entirely truthfully, because he could still spot a gaping hole in the plan. Youll be going to Tonkss parents. Once youre within the boundaries of the protective enchantments weve put on their house, youll be able to use a Portkey to the Burrow. Any questions. Er - yes, said Harry. Maybe they go here know which of the twelve secure houses Im heading for at first, but wont it be sort of obvious once - he performed a quick headcount - fourteen of us fly off toward Tonkss parents. Ah, said Moody, I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us wont be flying to Tonkss parents. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house. From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of what looked like mud. There was no need for him to say another word; Harry understood the rest of the plan immediately. he said loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. No way. I told them youd take it like this, said Hermione with a hint of complacency. If you think Im going to let six people risk their lives -. - because its the first time for all of us, said Ron. This is different, pretending to be me - Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry, said Fred earnestly. Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever. Harry did not smile. You cant do it if I dont cooperate, you need me to give you some hair. Well, thats that plan scuppered, said George. Obviously theres no chance at all Pubg game ban us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate. Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke whos not allowed to use magic; weve got no chance, said Fred. Funny, said Harry, really amusing. If it has to come to force, then it will, growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. Everyone heres overage, Potter, and theyre all prepared to take the risk. Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glare at him out of the side of Moodys head. Lets have no more arguments. Times wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now. But this is mad, theres no need - No need. snarled Moody. With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side. Potter, if were lucky hell have swallowed the fake bait and hell be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but hed be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, its what Id do. They might not be able to get Pubg game ban you or this house while your mothers charm holds, but its about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who cant split himself into seven. Harry caught Hermiones eye and looked away at once. So, Potter - some of your hair, if you please. Harry glanced at Ron, who grimaced at him in a just-do-it sort of way. Now. barked Moody. With all of their eyes upon him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed a hank of hair, and pulled. Good, said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. Straight in here, if you please.
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