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Harry asked Lupin, as Mr. Weasley bustled off to fetch the eggnog, and everybody else stretched and broke into conversation. Oh, Ive been underground, said Lupin. Almost literally. Thats why I havent been able to write, Harry; sending letters to you would have been something of a giveaway. What do you mean. Ive been living among my fellows, my equals, said Lupin. Werewolves, he added, at Harrys look of incomprehension. Nearly all of them are on Voldemorts side. Dumbledore wanted a spy and here I was. ready-made. He sounded a little bitter, and perhaps realized it, for he smiled more warmly as he went on, I am not complaining; it is necessary work and who can do it better than I. However, see more has been difficult gaining their trust. I bear the unmistakable signs of having tried to live among wizards, you see, whereas they have shunned normal society and live on the margins, stealing - and sometimes killing - to eat. How come they like Voldemort. They think that, under his rule, they will have a better life, said Lupin. And it is hard to argue with Greyback out there. Whos Greyback. You havent heard of him. Lupins hands closed convulsively in his lap. Fenrir Greyback is, perhaps, the most savage werewolf alive today. He regards it as his mission in life to bite and to contaminate as many people as possible; he wants to create enough werewolves to overcome the wizards. Voldemort has promised him prey in return for his services. Greyback specializes in children. Bite them young, he says, please click for source raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards. Voldemort has threatened to unleash him upon peoples sons and daughters; it is a threat that usually produces good results. Lupin paused and then said, It was Greyback who bit me. What. said Harry, astonished. When - when you were a kid, you mean. Yes. My father had offended him. I did not know, for a very long time, the identity of the werewolf who had attacked me; I even felt pity for him, thinking that he had had no control, knowing by then how it felt to transform. But Greyback is not like that. At the full moon, he positions himself close to victims, ensuring that he is near enough to strike. He plans it all. And this is the man Voldemort is using to marshal the werewolves. I cannot pretend that my particular brand of reasoned argument is making much headway against Greybacks insistence that we werewolves deserve blood, that we ought to revenge ourselves on normal people. But you are normal. said Harry fiercely. Youve just got a - a problem - Lupin burst out laughing. Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my furry little problem in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit. He accepted a glass of eggnog from Mr. Weasley with a word of thanks, looking slightly more cheerful. Harry, meanwhile, felt a rush of excitement: This last mention of his father had reminded him that there was something he had been looking forward to asking Lupin. Have you ever heard of someone called the Half-Blood Prince. The Half-Blood what. Prince, said Harry, watching him closely for signs of recognition. There are no Wizarding princes, said Lupin, now smiling. Is this a title youre thinking of adopting. I should have thought being the Chosen One would be enough. Its nothing to do with me. said Harry indignantly. The Half-Blood Prince is someone who used to go to Hogwarts, Ive got his old Potions book. He wrote spells all over it, spells he invented. One of them was Levicorpus - Oh, that one had a great vogue during my time at Hogwarts, said Lupin reminiscently. There were a few months in my fifth year when you couldnt move for being hoisted into the air by your ankle. My dad used it, said Harry. I saw him in the Pensieve, he used it on Snape. He tried to sound casual, as though this was a throwaway comment of no real importance, but he was not sure he had achieved the right effect; Lupins smile was a little too understanding. Yes, he said, but he wasnt the only one. As I say, it was very popular. You know how these spells come and go. But it sounds like it was invented while you were at school, Harry persisted. Not necessarily, said Lupin. Jinxes go in and out of fashion like everything else. He looked into Harrys face and then said quietly, James was a pureblood, Harry, and I promise you, he never asked us to call him Prince. Abandoning pretense, Harry said, And it wasnt Sirius. Or you. Definitely not. Harry stared into the fire. I just thought - well, article source helped me out a lot in Potions classes, the Prince has. How old is this book, Harry. I dunno, Ive never checked. Well, perhaps that will give you some clue as to when the Prince was at Hogwarts, said Lupin. Shortly after this, Fleur decided to imitate Celestina singing A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love, which was taken by everyone, once they had glimpsed Mrs. Weasleys expression, to be the cue to go to bed. Harry and Ron climbed all the way up to Rons attic bedroom, where a camp bed had been added for Harry. Ron fell asleep almost immediately, but Harry delved into his trunk and pulled out his copy of Advanced Potion-Making before getting into bed. There he turned its pages, searching, until he finally found, at the front of the book, the date that it had been published. It was nearly fifty years old. Neither his father, nor his fathers friends, had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago. Feeling disappointed, Harry threw the book back into his trunk, turned off the lamp, and rolled over, thinking of werewolves and Snape, Stan Shunpike and the Half-Blood Prince, and finally falling into an uneasy sleep full of creeping shadows and the cries of bitten children. Shes got to be joking. Harry woke with a start to find a bulging stocking lying over the end of his bed. He put on his glasses and looked around; the tiny window was almost completely obscured with snow and, in front of it, Ron was sitting bolt upright in bed and examining what appeared to be a thick gold chain. Whats that. here Harry. Its from Lavender, said Ron, sounding revolted. She cant honestly think Id wear. Harry looked more closely and let out a shout of laughter. Dangling from the chain in large gold letters were the words: My Sweetheart Nice, he said. Classy. You should definitely wear it in front of Fred and George. If you tell them, said Ron, shoving the necklace out of sight under his pillow, I - I - Ill - Stutter at me. said Harry, grinning. Come on, would I. How could she think Id like something like that, though. Ron demanded of thin air, looking rather shocked. Well, think back, said Harry. Have you ever let it slip that youd like to go out in public with the words My Sweetheart round your neck. Well. we dont really talk much, said Ron. Its mainly. Snogging, said Harry. Well, yeah, said Ron. He hesitated a moment, then said, Is Hermione really going out with McLaggen. I dunno, said Harry. They were at Slughorns party together, but I dont think it went that well. Ron looked slightly more cheerful as he delved deeper into his stocking. Harrys presents included a sweater with a large Golden Snitch worked onto the front, hand-knitted by Mrs. Weasley, a large box of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes products from the twins, and a slightly damp, moldy-smelling package that came with a label reading TO MASTER, FROM KREACHER. Harry stared at it. How many side quests are there in fallout 4 reckon this is safe to open. he asked. Cant be anything dangerous, all our mails still being searched at the Ministry, replied Ron, though he was eyeing the parcel suspiciously. I didnt think of giving Kreacher anything. Do people usually give their house-elves Christmas presents. asked Harry, prodding the parcel cautiously. Hermione would, said Ron. But lets wait and see what it is before you start feeling guilty. A moment later, Harry had given a loud yell and leapt out of his camp bed; the package contained a large number of maggots. Nice, said Ron, roaring with laughter. Very thoughtful. Id rather have them than that necklace, said Harry, which sobered Ron up at once. Everybody was wearing new sweaters when they all sat down for Christmas lunch, everyone except Fleur (on whom, it appeared, Mrs. Weasley had not wanted to waste one) and Mrs. Weasley herself, who was sporting a brand-new midnight blue witchs hat glittering with what looked like tiny starlike diamonds, and a spectacular golden necklace. Fred and George gave them to me. Arent they beautiful. Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now were washing our own socks, said George, waving an airy hand. Parsnips, Remus. Harry, youve got a maggot in your hair, said Ginny cheerfully, leaning across the table to pick it out; Harry felt goose bumps erupt up his neck that had nothing to do with the maggot. Ow orrible, said Fleur, with an affected little shudder. Yes, isnt it. said Ron. Gravy, Fleur. In his eagerness to help her, he knocked the gravy boat flying; Bill waved his wand and the gravy soared up in the air and uc for pubg pc generator meekly to the boat. You are as bad as zat Tonks, said Fleur to Ron, when she had finished kissing Bill in thanks. She is always knocking - I invited dear Tonks to come along today, said Mrs. Weasley, setting down the carrots with unnecessary force and glaring at Fleur. But she wouldnt come. Have you spoken to her lately, Remus. No, I havent been in contact with anybody very much, said Lupin. But Tonks has got her own family to go to, hasnt she. Hmmm, said Mrs. Weasley. Maybe. I got the impression she was planning to spend Christmas alone, actually. She gave Lupin an annoyed look, as though it was all his fault she was getting Fleur for a daughter-in-law instead of Tonks, but Harry, glancing across at Fleur, who was now feeding Bill bits of turkey off her own fork, thought that Mrs. Weasley was fighting a long-lost battle. He click here, however, reminded of a question he had with regard to Tonks, and who better to ask than Lupin, the man who knew all about Patronuses. Tonkss Patronus has changed its form, he told him. Snape said so anyway. I didnt know that could happen. Why would your Patronus change. Lupin took his time chewing his turkey and swallowing before saying slowly, Sometimes. a great shock. an emotional upheaval. It looked big, and it had four legs, said Harry, struck by a sudden thought and lowering his voice. Hey. it couldnt be -. Arthur. said Mrs. Weasley suddenly. She had risen from her chair; her hand was pressed over her heart and she was staring out of the kitchen window. Arthur - its Percy. What. Weasley looked around. Everybody looked quickly at the window; Ginny stood up for a better look. There, sure enough, was Percy Weasley, striding across How many side quests are there in fallout 4 snowy yard, his horn-rimmed glasses glinting in the sunlight. He was not, however, alone. Arthur, hes - hes with the Minister. And sure enough, the man Harry had seen in the Daily Prophet was following along in Percys wake, limping slightly, his mane of graying hair and his black cloak flecked with snow. Before any of them could say anything, before Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could do more than exchange stunned looks, the back door opened and there stood Percy. There was a moments painful silence. Then Percy said rather stiffly, Merry Christmas, Mother. Oh, Percy. said Mrs. Weasley, and she threw herself into his arms. Rufus Scrimgeour paused in the doorway, leaning on his walking stick and smiling as he observed this affecting scene. You must forgive this intrusion, he said, when Mrs. Weasley looked around at him, beaming and wiping her eyes. Percy and I were in the vicinity - working, you know - and he couldnt resist dropping in and seeing you all. But Percy showed no sign of wanting to greet any of the rest of the family. He stood, poker-straight and awkward-looking, and stared over everybody elses heads. Weasley, Fred, and George were all observing him, stonyfaced. Please, come in, sit down, Minister. fluttered Mrs. Weasley, straightening her hat. Have a little purkey, or some tooding. I mean - No, no, my dear Molly, said Scrimgeour. Harry guessed that he had checked her name with Percy before they entered the house. I dont want to intrude, wouldnt be here at all if Percy hadnt wanted to see you all so badly. Oh, Perce. said Mrs. Weasley tearfully, reaching up to kiss him. Weve only looked in for five minutes, so Ill have a stroll around the yard while you catch up with Percy. No, no, I assure you I dont want to butt in. Well, if anybody cared to show me your charming garden. Ah, that young mans finished, why doesnt he take a stroll with me. The atmosphere around the table changed perceptibly. Everybody looked from Scrimgeour to Harry. Nobody seemed to find Scrimgeours pretense that he did not know Harrys name convincing, or find it natural that he should be chosen to accompany the Minister around the garden when Ginny, Fleur, and George also had clean plates. Yeah, all right, said Harry into the silence. He was not fooled; for all Scrimgeours talk that they had just been in the here, that Percy wanted to look up his family, this must be the real reason that they had come, so that Scrimgeour could speak to Harry alone. Its fine, he said quietly, as he passed Lupin, who had half risen from his chair. Fine, he added, as Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to speak. Wonderful. said Scrimgeour, standing back to let Harry pass through the door ahead of him. Well just take a turn around the garden, and Percy and Ill be off. Carry on, everyone. Harry walked across the yard toward the Weasleys overgrown, snowcovered garden, Scrimgeour limping slightly at his side. He had, Harry knew, been Head of the Auror office; he looked tough and battle-scarred, very different from portly Fudge in his bowler hat. Charming, said Scrimgeour, stopping at the garden fence and looking out over the snowy lawn and the indistinguishable plants. Charming. Harry said nothing. He could tell that Scrimgeour was watching him. Ive wanted to meet you for a very long time, said Scrimgeour, after a few moments. Did you know that. No, said Harry truthfully. Oh yes, for a very long time. But Dumbledore has been very protective of you, said Scrimgeour. Natural, of course, natural, after what youve been through. Especially what happened at the Ministry. He waited for Harry to say something, but Harry did not oblige, so he went on, I have been hoping for an occasion to talk to you ever since I gained office, but Dumbledore has - most understandably, as I say - prevented this. Still, Harry said nothing, waiting. The rumors that have flown around. said Scrimgeour. Well, of course, we both know how these stories get distorted. all these whispers of a prophecy. of you being the Chosen One. They were getting near it now, Harry thought, the reason Scrimgeour was here. I assume that Dumbledore has discussed these matters with you. Harry deliberated, wondering whether he ought to lie or not. He looked at the little gnome prints all around the flowerbeds, and the scuffed-up patch that marked the spot where Fred had caught the gnome now wearing the tutu at the top of the Christmas tree. Finally, he decided on the truth. or a bit of it. Yeah, weve discussed it. Have you, have you. said Scrimgeour. Harry could see, out of the corner of his eye, Scrimgeour squinting at him, so he pretended to be very interested in a gnome that had just poked its head out from underneath a frozen rhododendron. And what has Dumbledore told you, Harry. Sorry, but thats between us, said Harry. He kept his voice as pleasant as he could, and Scrimgeours tone, too, was light and friendly as he said, Oh, of course, if its a question of confidences, I wouldnt want you to divulge. no, no. and in any case, does it really matter whether you are the Chosen One or not. Harry had to mull that one over for a few seconds before responding. I dont really know what you mean, Minister. Well, of course, to you it will matter please click for source, said Scrimgeour with a laugh. But to the Wizarding community at large. its all perception, isnt it. Its what people believe thats important. Harry said nothing. He thought he saw, dimly, where they were heading, but he was not going to help Scrimgeour get there. The gnome under the rhododendron was now digging for worms at its roots, and Harry kept his eyes fixed upon it. People believe you are the Chosen One, you see, said Scrimgeour. They think you quite the hero - which, of course, you are, Harry, chosen or not. How many times have you faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named now. Well, anyway, he pressed on, without waiting for a reply, the point is, you are a symbol of hope for many, Harry. The idea that there is somebody out there who might be able, who might even be destined, to destroy He-WhoMust-Not-Be-Named - well, naturally, consider, call of duty indir windows 10 excited gives people a lift. And I cant help but feel that, once you realize this, you might consider it, well, almost a duty, to stand alongside the Ministry, and give everyone a boost. The gnome had just managed to get hold of a worm. It was now tugging very hard on it, trying to get it out of the frozen ground.
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