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I thought of writing to you, he whispered, after Dumbledore. the shock. and for you, I am sure. Doges tiny eyes filled with sudden tears. I saw the obituary you wrote for the Daily Prophet, said Harry. I didnt realize you knew Professor Dumbledore so well. As well as anyone, said Doge, dabbing his eyes with a napkin. Certainly I knew him longest, if you dont count Aberforth - and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth. Speaking of the Daily Prophet. I dont know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -. Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy. Elphias, I dont know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about Dumbledore. Doges face flooded with angry color. Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more accurate term, positively pestered me to talk to her. I am ashamed to say that I became rather rude, called her an interfering trout, which resulted, as you may have seen, in aspersions cast upon my sanity. Well, in that interview, Harry went on, Rita Skeeter hinted that Professor Dumbledore was involved in the Dark Arts when he was young. Dont believe a word of it. said Doge at once. Not a word, Harry. Let nothing tarnish your memories of Source Dumbledore. Harry looked into Doges earnest, pained face and felt, not reassured, but frustrated. Did Doge really think it was that easy, that Harry could simply choose not to believe. Didnt Doge understand Harrys need to be sure, to know everything. Perhaps Doge suspected Harrys feelings, for he looked concerned and hurried on, Harry, Rita Skeeter is a dreadful - But he was interrupted by a raft g2a cackle. Rita Skeeter. Oh, I love her, entertaining nintendo mobile agree read her. Harry and Doge looked up to see Auntie Muriel standing there, the plumes dancing on her hat, a goblet of champagne in her hand. Shes written a click to see more about Dumbledore, you know. Hello, Muriel, said Doge. Yes, we were just discussing - You there. Give me your chair, Im a hundred and seven. Another redheaded Weasley cousin please click for source off his seat, looking alarmed, and Auntie Muriel swung it around with surprising strength and plopped herself down upon 2playergame between Doge and Harry. Hello again, Barry, or whatever your name is, she said to Harry. Now, what were you saying about Rita Skeeter, Elphias. You know shes written a biography of Dumbledore. I cant wait to read it, I must remember to place an order at Flourish and Blotts. Doge looked stiff and solemn at this, but Auntie Muriel drained her goblet and clicked her bony fingers at a passing waiter for a replacement. She took another large gulp of champagne, belched, and then said, Theres no need to look like a pair of stuffed frogs. Before he became so respected and respectable and all that tosh, there were some mighty funny rumors about Albus. Ill-informed sniping, said Doge, turning radish-colored again. You would say that, Elphias, cackled Auntie Muriel. I noticed how you skated over the sticky patches in that obituary of yours. Im sorry you think so, said Doge, more coldly still. I assure you I was writing from the heart. Oh, we all know you worshipped Dumbledore; I daresay youll still think he was a saint even if it does turn out that he did away with his Squib sister. Muriel. exclaimed Doge. A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harrys chest. What do you mean. he asked Muriel. Who said his sister was a Squib. I thought she was ill. Thought wrong, then, didnt you, Barry. said Auntie Muriel, looking delighted at the effect she had produced. Anyway, how could you expect to know anything about it. It all happened years and years before you were even thought of, my dear, and the truth is that those of us who were alive then never knew what really happened. Thats why I cant wait to find out what Skeeters unearthed. Dumbledore kept that sister of his quiet for a long time. Untrue. wheezed Doge. Absolutely untrue. He never told me his sister was a Squib, said Harry, without thinking, still cold inside. And why on earth would he tell you. screeched Muriel, swaying a little in her seat as she attempted to focus upon Harry. The reason Albus never spoke about Ariana, began Elphias in a voice stiff with emotion, is, I should have thought, quite clear. He was so devastated by her death - Why did nobody ever see her, Elphias. squawked Muriel. Why did half of us never even know she existed, until they carried the coffin out of the house and held a funeral for her. Where was saintly Albus while Ariana was locked in the cellar. Off being brilliant at Hogwarts, and never mind what was going on in his own steam flipper. What dyou mean, locked in the cellar. asked Harry. What is this. Doge looked wretched. Auntie Muriel cackled again and answered Harry. Dumbledores mother was a terrifying woman, simply terrifying. Muggleborn, though I heard she pretended otherwise - She never pretended anything of the sort. Kendra was a fine woman, whispered Doge miserably, but Auntie Muriel ignored him. - proud and very domineering, the sort of witch who would have been mortified to produce a Squib - Ariana was not a Squib. wheezed Doge. So you say, Elphias, but explain, then, why she never attended Hogwarts. said Auntie Muriel. She turned back to Harry. In our day, Squibs were often hushed up, though to take it to the extreme of actually imprisoning a little girl in the house and pretending she didnt exist - I tell you, thats not what happened. said Doge, but Auntie Muriel steamrollered on, still addressing Harry. Squibs were usually shipped off to Muggle schools and encouraged to integrate into the Muggle community. much kinder than trying to find them a place in the Wizarding world, where they must always be second class; but naturally Kendra Dumbledore wouldnt have dreamed of letting her daughter go to a Muggle school - Ariana was delicate. said Doge desperately. Her health was always too poor to permit her - - to permit her to leave the house. cackled Muriel. And yet she was never taken to St. Mungos and no Healer was ever summoned to see her. Really, Muriel, how you can possibly know whether - For your information, Elphias, my cousin Lancelot was a Healer at St. Mungos at the time, and he told my family in strictest confidence that Ariana had never been seen there. All most suspicious, Lancelot thought. Doge looked to be on the verge of tears. Auntie Muriel, who seemed to be enjoying herself hugely, snapped her fingers for more champagne. Numbly Harry thought of how the Dursleys had once shut him up, locked him away, kept him out of sight, all for the crime of being a wizard. Had Dumbledores sister suffered the same fate in reverse: imprisoned for her lack of magic. And had Dumbledore truly left her to her fate while he went off to Hogwarts, to prove himself brilliant and 2playergame. Now, if Kendra hadnt died first, Muriel resumed, Id have said that it was she who finished off Ariana - How can you, Muriel. groaned Doge. A mother kill her own daughter. Think what you are saying. If the mother in question was capable of imprisoning her daughter for years on end, why not. shrugged Auntie Muriel. But as I say, it doesnt fit, because Kendra died before Ariana - of what, nobody ever seemed sure - Oh, no doubt Ariana murdered her, said Doge with a brave attempt at scorn. Why not. Yes, Ariana might have made a desperate bid for freedom and killed Kendra in the struggle, said Auntie Muriel thoughtfully. Shake your head all you like, Elphias. You were at Arianas funeral, were you not. Yes I was, said Doge, through trembling lips. And a more desperately sad occasion I cannot remember. Albus was heartbroken - His heart wasnt the only thing. Didnt Aberforth break Albuss nose halfway through the service. This web page Doge had looked horrified before this, it was nothing to how he looked now. Muriel might have stabbed him. She cackled loudly and took another swig of champagne, which dribbled down her chin. How do you -. croaked Doge. My mother was friendly with old Bathilda Bagshot, said Auntie Muriel happily. Bathilda described the whole thing to Mother while I was listening at the door. A coffin-side brawl. The way Bathilda told it, Aberforth shouted that it was all Albuss fault that Ariana was dead and then punched him in the face. According to Bathilda, Albus did not even defend himself, and thats odd enough in itself, Albus could have destroyed Aberforth in a duel with both hands tied behind his back. Muriel swigged yet more champagne. The recitation of these old scandals seemed to elate her as much as they horrified Doge. Harry did not know what to think, what to believe: He wanted the truth, and yet all Doge did was sit there and bleat feebly that Ariana had been ill. Harry could hardly believe that Dumbledore would not have intervened if such cruelty was happening inside his own house, and yet there was undoubtedly something odd about the story. And Ill tell you something else, Muriel said, hiccuping slightly as she lowered her goblet. I think Bathilda has spilled the beans to Rita Skeeter. All those hints in Skeeters interview about an important source close to the Dumbledores - goodness knows she was there all through the Ariana business, and it would fit. Bathilda would never talk to Rita Skeeter. whispered Doge. Bathilda Bagshot. Harry said. The author of A History of Magic. The name was printed on the front of one of Harrys textbooks, though admittedly not one of the ones he had read most attentively. Yes, said Doge, clutching at Harrys question like a drowning man at a life belt. A most gifted magical historian and an old friend of Albuss. Quite gaga these days, Ive heard, said Auntie Muriel cheerfully. If that is so, it is even more dishonorable for Skeeter to have taken advantage of her, said Doge, and no reliance can be placed on anything Bathilda may have said. Oh, there are ways of bringing back memories, and Im sure Rita Skeeter knows them all, said Auntie Muriel. But even if Bathildas completely cuckoo, Im sure shed still have old photographs, maybe even letters. She knew the Dumbledores for years. Well worth a trip to Godrics Hollow, Id have thought. Harry, who had been taking a sip of butterbeer, choked. Doge banged him on the back as Harry coughed, looking at Auntie Muriel through streaming eyes. Once he had control of his voice again, he asked, Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godrics Hollow. Oh yes, shes been there forever. The Dumbledores moved there after Percival was imprisoned, and she was their neighbor. The Dumbledores lived in Godrics Hollow. Yes, Barry, thats what I just said, said Auntie Muriel testily. Harry felt drained, empty. Never once, in six years, had Dumbledore told Harry that they had both lived and lost loved ones in Godrics Hollow. Why. Were Lily and James buried close to Dumbledores mother and sister. Had Dumbledore visited their graves, perhaps walked past Lilys and Jamess to do so. And he had never once told Harry. never bothered to say. And why it was so important, Harry could not explain even to himself, yet he felt it had been tantamount to a lie not to tell him that they had this place and these experiences in common. He stared ahead of him, barely noticing what was going on around him, and did not realize that Hermione had appeared out of the crowd until she drew up a chair beside him. I simply cant dance anymore, she panted, slipping off one of her shoes and rubbing the sole of her foot. Rons gone looking to find more butterbeers. Its a bit odd, Ive just seen Viktor storming away from Lunas father, it looked like theyd been arguing - She dropped her voice, staring at him. Harry, are you okay. 2playergame did not know where to begin, but it did not matter. At that moment, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in middance. Then the Patronuss mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt. The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming. E CHAPTER NINE A PLACE TO HIDE verything seemed fuzzy, slow. Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet and drew their wands. Many people were only just realizing that something strange had happened; heads were still turning toward the silver cat as it vanished. Silence spread outward in cold ripples from the place where the Patronus had landed. Then somebody screamed. Harry and Hermione threw themselves into the panicking crowd. Guests were sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around the Burrow had broken. Ron. Hermione cried. Ron, where are you. As they pushed their way across the dance floor, Harry saw cloaked and masked figures appearing in the crowd; then he saw Lupin and Tonks, their wands raised, and heard both of them shout, Protego!, a cry that was echoed on all sides - Ron. Ron. Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffeted by terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they werent separated as a streak of light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm or something more sinister he did not know - And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermiones free arm, and Harry felt her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all he could multiverse steam was Hermiones hand as he was squeezed through space and time, away from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from Voldemort himself. Where are we. said Rons voice.
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