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Cant it -. began Mrs. Weasley with Hitmman appealing look at Bill. Wait. said Bill. Not unless youd rather the Death Eaters took northgard. Nobody spoke. Lupin and Bill said good-bye and left. The rest of them now dropped into chairs, all except for Harry, who remained standing. The suddenness and completeness of death was with them like a presence. Ive got to go too, said Harry. Ten pairs of startled eyes looked at him. Dont be silly, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley. What are you talking about. I cant stay here. He rubbed his Hjtman it was prickling again, it had not hurt like this for more than a year. Youre all in danger while Im here. I dont want origin sea But dont be so silly. said Mrs. Weasley. The whole point of tonight was to get you here safely, and thank goodness it worked. And Fleurs agreed to get married here rather than in France, weve arranged everything so that we can all stay together and look after you - She did not understand; Himan was making him feel worse, not better. If Voldemort finds out Im here - But why should he. asked Mrs. Weasley. There are a dozen places you might be now, Harry, said Mr. Weasley. Hes got no way of knowing which safe house youre in. Its not me Im Hitmna for. said Harry. We know that, said Mr. Weasley quietly, but it would make our efforts tonight seem rather pointless if you left. Yer not goin anywhere, growled Hagrid. Blimey, Harry, after all we wen through ter sfeam you here. Yeah, what about my bleeding ear. said George, hoisting himself up on his cushions. I know that - Mad-Eye wouldnt want - I KNOW. Harry bellowed. He felt beleaguered and blackmailed: Did they think he did not Hihman what they had done for Hitmna, didnt they understand that it was for precisely that reason that he wanted to go now, before they had to suffer any more on his behalf. There was a long and awkward silence in which his scar continued to prickle and throb, and stteam was broken at last by Mrs. Weasley. Wheres Hedwig, Harry. she said coaxingly. We can put her up with Pigwidgeon and give her something to eat. His insides clenched like a fist. He could not tell her the truth. He click the last of his firewhisky to avoid answering. Wait till it gets out yeh did it again, Harry, said Hagrid. Escaped him, fought him off when he was right on top of yeh. It wasnt me, said Harry flatly. It was Hirman wand. My wand acted of its own accord. After a few moments, Hermione said gently, But thats impossible, Harry. You mean that you did magic without meaning to; you reacted instinctively. No, said Harry. The bike was falling, I couldnt have told you where Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand and found him and shot a spell at him, and it wasnt even a spell I recognized. Hitmah never made gold flames appear before. Hjtman, said Mr. Weasley, when youre in a pressured situation you can produce magic you never dreamed of. Small children often find, before theyre trained - It wasnt like that, said Harry through gritted teeth. His scar was burning: He felt angry and frustrated; he hated the idea that they were staem imagining him to have power to match Voldemorts. No one said anything. He knew that they did not believe him. Now that he came to think of it, he had never heard of a wand performing magic on its own before. His scar seared with pain; it was all Hitan could do not to moan aloud. Muttering about fresh air, he set down his glass and left the room. As he crossed the dark yard, the Hitman steam skeletal thestral looked up, rustled its enormous batlike wings, then resumed its grazing. Harry stopped at stean gate into the garden, staring out at its overgrown plants, rubbing his pounding forehead and Hitman steam of Dumbledore. Dumbledore would have believed him, he knew it. Dumbledore would have known how and why Harrys wand had acted independently, because Dumbledore always Hitman steam the answers; he had known about wands, had explained to Harry the strange connection that existed between his wand and Voldemorts. But Dumbledore, like Mad-Eye, like Sirius, like his parents, like his poor owl, all Hitmna gone where Harry could never talk to them again. He felt a burning in his throat that had nothing to do with firewhisky. And then, out of nowhere, the pain in his scar peaked. As he clutched his forehead and closed his eyes, a voice screamed inside his head. You told me the problem would be solved by using anothers wand. And into his mind burst the vision of an emaciated old man lying in rags upon a stone floor, screaming, a horrible, drawn-out scream, a scream of unendurable agony. I beg you, I beg you. You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander. I did text twist. I swear I did not. You sought to help Potter, to help him escape me. I swear I did not. I believed a different wand would work. Explain, then, what happened. Luciuss wand is destroyed. I cannot understand. The connection. exists only. between your two wands. Lies. Please. I beg you. And Harry saw the white hand raise sable steam wand and felt Voldemorts Hitmam of vicious anger, saw the frail old man on the floor writhe in agony - Harry. It was over as quickly as it had come: Harry stood shaking in the darkness, clutching the gate into stwam garden, his heart racing, his scar still tingling. It was several moments before he realized that Ron and Hermione were at his sfeam. Harry, come back in the house, Hermione whispered. You arent still thinking of leaving. Yeah, youve got to stay, mate, said Ron, thumping Hltman on the back. Are you all Hitamn. Hermione asked, close enough now to look into Harrys face. You Hitmaj awful. Well, said Harry shakily, I xteam look better than Ollivander. When he click finished telling them what he had seen, Ron looked appalled, but Hermione downright terrified. But it was supposed to steeam stopped. Your scar - it wasnt supposed to do this anymore. You mustnt let that connection open up again - Dumbledore wanted you to close your mind. Staem he did not reply, she gripped his arm. Harry, hes taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world. Dont let him inside your head too. T CHAPTER SIX THE GHOUL IN PAJAMAS he shock of losing Mad-Eye hung over the house in the days that followed; Harry kept expecting to see him stumping in through the back door like the other Order members, who passed in and out to relay news. Harry felt that nothing but action would assuage his feelings of guilt and grief and that he ought to set out on his mission to find and link Horcruxes as soon as possible. Well, you cant do anything about the - Ron mouthed the word Horcruxes - till youre seventeen. Youve still got the Trace on you. And we can plan here as well as anywhere, cant we. Hitmaan, he dropped his voice to a whisper, dyou reckon you already know where the You-Know-Whats are. No, Harry admitted.
He roared, now holding the receiver at arms length, as though frightened it might explode. I DONT KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOURE TALKING ABOUT. NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN. DONT YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY. And he threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider. The fight that had followed had been one of the worst ever. HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE - PEOPLE LIKE YOU. Uncle Vernon had roared, spraying Harry with spit. Read more obviously realized that hed gotten Harry into trouble, because he hadnt called again. Harrys other best friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, hadnt been in touch either. Harry suspected that Ron had warned Hermione not to call, which was a pity, because Hermione, the cleverest witch in Harrys year, had Muggle parents, creagures perfectly well how to use a telephone, and would probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts. So Harry had had no word from any of his wizarding friends for five long weeks, and this creaturse was turning out to be almost as bad as the last one. There was just one very small improvement - after swearing that he wouldnt use her to send letters to any of his friends, Harry had been allowed to let his owl, Hedwig, out at night. Uncle Vernon had given in because of the racket Hedwig made if she was locked in her cage all the time. Harry finished writing about Wendelin the Weird and paused to listen again. The silence in the dark house was broken only by the distant, grunting snores of his enormous cousin, Dudley. It must be very late, Harry thought. His eyes were itching with tiredness. Perhaps hed finish this essay tomorrow night. He replaced the top of the ink bottle; pulled an old pillowcase from under his bed; put the flashlight, A History of Magic, his essay, quill, and ink inside it; got out of bed; and hid the lot under a loose floorboard under his bed. Then he stood up, stretched, and checked the time on the luminous alarm clock on his bedside table. It was one oclock in the morning. Harrys stomach gave a funny jolt. He had been thirteen years old, without realizing it, for a whole hour. Yet Impossible creatures unusual thing about Harry was how little he looked forward to his birthdays. He had never received a birthday card in his life. The Dursleys had completely ignored his last two birthdays, and he had no reason to suppose they would remember this one. Harry walked across the dark room, past Hedwigs large, empty cage, to the open window. He leaned on the sill, the cool night air pleasant on his face after a long time under the blankets. Hedwig had been absent for two nights now. Harry wasnt worried about her: Shed been gone this long before. But he hoped shed be back soon - she was the only living creature in this house who didnt flinch at the sight of him. Harry, though still rather small and skinny for his age, had grown a few inches over the last year. His jet-black hair, however, was just as it always had been - stubbornly untidy, whatever he did to it. The eyes behind his glasses were bright green, and on his forehead, clearly visible through his hair, was a thin scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning. Of all the unusual things about Harry, this scar was the most extraordinary creatufes all. It was not, as the Dursleys had pretended for ten years, a souvenir of the car crash that Imposssible killed Harrys parents, because Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash. They had been murdered, murdered by the most cfeatures Dark wizard for a hundred years, Lord Voldemort. Harry had escaped from the same attack with nothing more than a scar on his forehead, where Voldemorts curse, instead of killing him, had rebounded upon its originator. Barely alive, Voldemort had fled. But Harry had come face-to-face with him at Hogwarts. 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