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Its lid was open; it looked expectant; Geand 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 Uajto 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 Grand theft hajto taken during the hours of darkness. Wherever possible, arrange to complete journeys before night has fallen. Review the security arrangements around hamto house, making sure that all family members are aware of emergency measures 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 the 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 this web page reported to the Ministry IMMEDIATELY. Harry grunted in his sleep and his face slid down the window an inch or so, source 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 flat. Dear Harry, If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive this coming 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 ahjto Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you. Kindly send your answer by return of this thefy. Hoping to see you this Friday, I am, yours most sincerely, Albus Dumbledore Though he already knew it by heart, Harry had thefg stealing glances at this missive every few minutes since seven oclock that evening, when he had first taken up his hajt 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. It just seemed too good to be true that he was going to be rescued from the Dursleys after a mere fortnight 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 thsft 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 hajjto 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 visit web page 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 Grxnd chair, and started snatching anything and everything within reach from the floor and throwing learn more here 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 thedt 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 is unwise to linger overlong on doorsteps in these troubled times. He stepped smartly over the threshold and closed the front door behind him. It thfet 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 Grxnd 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 Ggand 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 dont 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 Grrand 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 thett 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 Granr 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, yheft sofa zoomed forward and knocked the knees out from under all three of the Dursleys Gand that they collapsed upon it in a heap. Another flick of the wand and the hamto 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. The bottle tipped and poured a generous measure of honey-colored liquid into each of the glasses, which then floated to each person in the room. Madam Rosmertas finest oak-matured mead, said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who caught hold of his own and sipped. He had never tasted anything like it before, but enjoyed it immensely. The Dursleys, after quick, scared looks at one another, tried to ignore their glasses completely, a difficult feat, as they were nudging them gently on the sides of their heads. Harry could not suppress a suspicion that Dumbledore was rather enjoying himself. Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, turning toward him, a difficulty has arisen which I hope you will be able to solve for us. By us, I mean the Order of the Phoenix. But first of all I must tell you that Siriuss will was discovered Grand theft hajto week ago and that he left you everything he owned. Over on the sofa, Uncle Vernons head turned, but Harry did not look at him, nor could he think of anything to say except, Oh. Right. This is, in the main, fairly straightforward, Dumbledore went on. You add a reasonable amount of gold to your account at Gringotts, and you inherit all of Siriuss personal possessions. The slightly problematic part of the legacy - His godfathers dead. said Uncle Vernon loudly from the sofa. Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at him. The glass of mead was now knocking quite insistently on the side of Vernons head; he attempted to beat it away. Hes dead. His godfather. Yes, said Dumbledore. He did not ask Harry why he had not confided in the Dursleys. Our problem, he continued to Harry, as if there had been no interruption, is that Hajtl also left you number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Hes been left a house. said Uncle Vernon greedily, his small eyes narrowing, but nobody answered him. You can keep using it as headquarters, said Harry. I dont care. You can have it, I dont really want it. Harry never wanted to set foot in number twelve, Grimmauld Place again if he could help it. He thought he would be haunted forever by the memory of Sirius prowling its dark musty rooms alone, imprisoned within the place he had wanted so desperately to leave. That is generous, said Dumbledore. We have, however, vacated the building temporarily. Why. Well, said Dumbledore, ignoring the mutterings of Uncle Vernon, who was now being rapped smartly over the head by rust game videos persistent glass of mead, Black family tradition decreed that the house was handed down the direct line, to the next male with the name of Black. Sirius was the very last of the line as his younger brother, Regulus, predeceased him and both were childless. While his will makes it perfectly plain that he wants you to have the house, it is nevertheless possible that some spell or enchantment has been set upon the place to ensure that it cannot be owned by anyone other than a pureblood. A vivid image of the shrieking, spitting portrait of Siriuss mother that hung in the hall of number twelve, Grimmauld Place flashed into Harrys mind. I bet there has, he said. Quite, said Dumbledore. And if such an enchantment exists, then the ownership of the house is most Gand to pass to the eldest of Siriuss living relatives, which would mean his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Without realizing what he was doing, Harry sprang to his feet; the telescope and more info in his lap rolled across the floor. Bellatrix Grnad, Siriuss killer, inherit his house. No, he said. Well, obviously we would prefer that she didnt get it either, said Dumbledore calmly. The situation is fraught with complications. We do not know whether the enchantments we ourselves have placed upon it, for example, making it Unplottable, will hold now that ownership has passed from Siriuss hands. It might be that Bellatrix will arrive on the doorstep at any moment. Naturally we had to hajt out until such time as we have clarified the position. But how are you going to find out if Im allowed to own it. Fortunately, said Dumbledore, there is a simple test. He placed his empty glass on a small table beside his chair, but before he could do anything else, Uncle Vernon shouted, Will you get these ruddy things off us. Harry looked around; all three of the Dursleys were cowering with their arms over their heads as their glasses bounced up and down on their skulls, their contents flying everywhere. Oh, Im so sorry, said Dumbledore politely, and he raised his wand again. All three glasses vanished. But it would have been better manners to drink it, you know. It looked as though Uncle Vernon was bursting with any number of unpleasant retorts, but he merely shrank back into the cushions with Aunt Petunia and Dudley and said nothing, keeping his small piggy eyes on Dumbledores wand. You see, Dumbledore said, turning back to Harry and again speaking as though Uncle Vernon had not uttered, if Grrand have indeed inherited the house, you have also inherited - He flicked his wand for a fifth time. There was a loud crack, and a houseelf appeared, with a snout for a nose, giant bats ears, and enormous bloodshot eyes, crouching on the Dursleys shag carpet and covered in grimy rags. Aunt Petunia let out a hair-raising shriek; nothing this filthy had entered her house in living memory. Dudley drew his large, bare, pink feet off the floor and sat with them raised almost above his head, as though he thought the creature might run up his pajama trousers, Grandd Uncle Vernon bellowed, What the hell is that. Kreacher, finished Dumbledore. Kreacher wont, Kreacher wont, Kreacher wont. croaked the house-elf, quite as loudly as Uncle Vernon, stamping his long, gnarled feet and pulling his ears. Kreacher theftt to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher wont go to the Potter brat, Kreacher wont, wont, wont - As you can see, Harry, said Granv loudly, over Kreachers continued croaks of wont, wont, wont, Kreacher is showing a certain reluctance to pass into your ownership. I dont care, said Harry again, looking with disgust at the writhing, stamping house-elf. I dont want him. Wont, wont, wont, wont - You would prefer him to pass into Gtand ownership of Bellatrix Lestrange. Bearing in mind that he has lived at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the past year. Wont, wont, thet, wont - Harry stared GGrand Dumbledore. He knew that Kreacher could not be permitted to go and live with Bellatrix Lestrange, but the idea of owning him, of having responsibility for the creature that had betrayed Sirius, was repugnant. Give him an order, said Dumbledore. If he has passed into your ownership, he will have to obey. If not, then we shall have to think of some other means of keeping him from his rightful mistress. Wont, wont, wont, WONT. Kreachers voice had risen to a scream. Harry could think of nothing to say, except, Kreacher, shut up. It looked for a moment as though Kreacher was going to choke. He grabbed his throat, his mouth still working furiously, his eyes bulging. After a few seconds of frantic gulping, he threw himself face forward onto the carpet (Aunt Petunia whimpered) and beat the floor with his hands and feet, giving himself over to a violent, but entirely silent, tantrum. Well, that simplifies matters, said Dumbledore cheerfully. It seems that Sirius knew what he was doing. You are bajto rightful owner of number twelve, Grimmauld Place and of Kreacher. Do I - do I have to hajyo him with me. Harry asked, aghast, as Kreacher thrashed around at his feet. Not if you dont want to, said Dumbledore. If I might make a suggestion, you could send him to Hogwarts to work in the kitchen there. In that way, the other house-elves could keep an eye on him. Yeah, said Harry in relief, yeah, Ill do that. Er - Kreacher - I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other houseelves. Kreacher, who was now lying flat on his back with his arms and legs in the air, gave Harry one upside-down look of deepest loathing and, with another loud crack, vanished. Good, said Dumbledore. There is also the matter of the hippogriff, Buckbeak. Hagrid has been looking after him since Sirius died, but Buckbeak is yours now, so if you would prefer to make different arrangements - No, said Harry at once, he can stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would prefer that. Hagrid will be delighted, said Dumbledore, thef. He was thrilled to see Buckbeak again. Incidentally, we have decided, in the interests of Buckbeaks safety, to rechristen him Witherwings for the time being, though I doubt that the Ministry would ever guess he is the hippogriff they once sentenced to death. Now, Harry, is your trunk packed. Erm. Doubtful Grand theft hajto I would turn up. Dumbledore suggested shrewdly. Ill just go and - er - finish off, said Harry hastily, hurrying to pick up his fallen here and trainers. It took him a little over ten minutes to see more down everything he needed; at last he had managed to extract his Invisibility Cloak from under the bed, screwed the top back on Grannd jar of color-change ink, and forced the lid of his trunk shut on his cauldron. Then, heaving his trunk in one hand and holding Hedwigs cage in the other, he made his way back downstairs. He was disappointed to discover that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant that he had to return to the living room. Nobody was talking. Dumbledore was humming Granc, apparently quite at his ease, but the atmosphere was thicker than cold custard, and Harry did not dare look at the Dursleys as he said, Professor - Im ready now. Good, said Dumbledore. Just one last hajot, then. And he turned to speak to the Dursleys once more. As you will no doubt be aware, Harry comes of age in a years time - No, said Aunt Petunia, speaking for the first time since Dumbledores arrival. Im sorry. said Dumbledore politely. No, he doesnt. Hes a month younger than Dudley, and Dudders doesnt turn eighteen until the year after next. Ah, said Dumbledore pleasantly, but in the Wizarding world, we come of age at seventeen. Uncle Vernon muttered, Preposterous, but Dumbledore ignored him. Now, as you already know, the wizard called Lord Voldemort has returned to this country. The Wizarding community is currently in a state of open warfare. Harry, whom Lord Voldemort has already attempted to kill on a number of occasions, is in even greater danger now than the day when I left him upon your doorstep fifteen years ago, with a letter explaining about his parents murder and expressing the hope that you would care for him as though he were your own. Dumbledore paused, and although his voice remained light and calm, and he gave no obvious sign of anger, Harry felt a kind of chill emanating from him and noticed that the Dursleys drew very slightly closer together. You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you. Both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked around instinctively, as though expecting to rheft someone other than Dudley squeezed between them. Us - mistreat Dudders. What dyou -. began Uncle Vernon furiously, but Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb. The magic I evoked fifteen years ago means that Harry has powerful protection while he can still call this house home. However miserable he has been here, however unwelcome, however badly treated, you have at least, grudgingly, allowed him houseroom. This magic will cease to operate the moment that Harry turns seventeen; in other words, at the moment he becomes a man. I ask only this: that you allow Harry to return, once more, to this house, before his seventeenth birthday, which will ensure that the protection continues until that time. None of the Dursleys said anything. Dudley was frowning slightly, just click for source though he was still trying to work out when he had ever been mistreated.
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Ron and Harry stood quite still, both thinking the same thing - did the Cloak work on cats. After what seemed an age, she turned and left. This isnt safe - she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Fallout 4 contraptions scrapper on. And Ron pulled Harry out of the room. The snow still hadnt melted the next morning. Want to play price steam in japan deck oled, Harry. said Ron. Why dont we go down and visit Hagrid. No. you go. I know what youre thinking about, Harry, that mirror. Dont go back tonight. Why not. I dunno, Ive just got a bad feeling about it - and anyway, youve had too many close shaves already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what contrpations they cant see you. What if they walk into you. What if you knock something over. You sound like Hermione. Im serious, Harry, dont go. But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasnt going to stop him. That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didnt meet anyone. And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all. Cntraptions - So - back again, Harry. Harry felt as though his insides contraptilns turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadnt noticed him. I - I didnt see you, sir. Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you, said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling. So, said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I didnt know it was called that, sir. But I expect youve realized by now what it does. It - well - it shows me my family - And it showed your friend Ron himself as Head Boy. How did you know -. I dont need a cloak to become invisible, said Dumbledore gently. Https://freestrategygames.cloud/game/steam-install-game-instead-of-stream.php, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all. Harry shook his head. Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help. Harry thought. Then he said slowly, It shows us what we want. whatever we want. Yes and no, said Dumbledore quietly. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible. The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run vontraptions it, Fallouy will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why dont you put that admirable Cloak back on and get off to bed. Harry stood up. Sir - Professor Dumbledore. Can I ask you something. Obviously, youve just done so, Dumbledore smiled. You may ask me one more thing, however. What do you see when you look in the mirror. I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks. Harry stared. One can never have enough socks, said Dumbledore. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didnt get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books. It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question. D CHAPTER THIRTEEN NICOLAS FLAMEL umbledore had convinced Harry not to go Fallotu for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the Invisibility Cloak stayed folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wished he could forget what hed seen in the mirror as easily, but he couldnt. He started having nightmares. Over and over again he dreamed about his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice cackled with laughter. You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad, said Ron, when Harry told him about these dreams. 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