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Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit - There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore. snarled Voldemort. You are quite wrong, said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks. Harry felt scared to see him walking along, undefended, shieldless. He wanted to cry out a warning, but his headless guard kept shunting him backward toward the wall, blocking his every attempt to get out from behind it. Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness - Another jet of green light flew from behind the silver shield. This source it was the one-armed centaur, galloping in front of Dumbledore, that took the blast and shattered into a hundred pieces, but before the fragments had even hit the floor, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and waved it as though brandishing a whip. A long thin flame flew from the tip; it wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all. For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore had won, but then the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold upon Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Dumbledore. Voldemort vanished. The snake reared from the floor, ready to strike - There was a burst of flame in midair above Dumbledore just as Voldemort reappeared, standing on the plinth in the middle of the pool where so recently the five statues had stood. Look out. Harry yelled. But even as he shouted, one more jet of green light had flown at Dumbledore from Voldemorts wand and the snake had struck - Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement - the snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass - For a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass - Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor. MASTER. screamed Bellatrix. Sure it was over, sure Voldemort had decided to flee, Harry made to run out from behind his statue guard, but Dumbledore bellowed, Stay where you are, Harry. For the first time, Dumbledore sounded frightened. Harry could not see why. The hall was quite empty but for themselves, the sobbing Bellatrix still trapped under her statue, and the tiny baby Fawkes croaking feebly on the floor - And then Harrys scar burst open. He knew he was dead: it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance - He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creatures began. They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape - And when the creature spoke, it used Harrys mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move. Kill me now, Dumbledore. Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again. If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy. Let the pain stop, thought Harry. Let him kill us. End it, Dumbledore. Death is nothing compared to this. And Ill see Sirius again. And as Harrys heart filled with emotion, the creatures coils loosened, the pain was gone, Harry was lying facedown on the floor, his glasses gone, shivering as though he lay upon ice, not wood. And there were voices echoing through the hall, more voices than there should have been: Harry opened his eyes, saw his glasses lying at the heel of the headless statue that had been guarding him, but which now lay flat on its back, cracked and immobile. He put them on and raised his head an inch to find Dumbledores crooked nose inches from his own. Are you all right, Harry. Yes, said Harry, shaking so violently he could not hold his head up properly. Yeah, Im - wheres Voldemort, where - who are all these - whats - Simply fallout 4 where is covenant on the map something Atrium was full of people. The floor was reflecting emerald-green flames that had burst into life in all the fireplaces along one wall, and a stream of witches and wizards was emerging from them. As Dumbledore pulled him back to his feet, Harry saw the tiny gold statues of the house-elf and the goblin leading a stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge forward. He was there. shouted a scarlet-robed man with a ponytail, who was pointing at a pile of golden rubble on the other side of the hall, where Bellatrix had lain trapped moments before. I saw him, Mr. Fudge, I swear, it was You-Know-Who, he grabbed a woman and Disapparated. I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too. gibbered Fudge, who was wearing pajamas under his pinstriped cloak and was gasping as though he had just run miles. Merlins beard - here - here. - in the Ministry of Magic. - great heavens above - it doesnt seem possible - my word - how can this be. If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius, said Dumbledore, apparently satisfied that Harry was all right, and walking forward so that the newcomers realized he was there for the first time (a few of them raised their wands, others simply looked amazed; the statues of the elf and goblin applauded and Fudge jumped so much that his slipper-clad feet left the floor), you will find several escaped Death Eaters contained in the Death Chamber, bound by an Anti-Disapparation Jinx and awaiting your decision as to what to do with them. Dumbledore. gasped Fudge, apparently beside himself with amazement. You - here - I - I - He looked wildly around at the Aurors he had brought with him, and it could not have been clearer that he was in half a mind to cry, Seize him. Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men - and win again. said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice. But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong men for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense. I - dont - well - blustered Location rifle 4 fallout combat, looking around as though hoping somebody was going to tell him what to do. When nobody did, he said, Very well - Dawlish. Williamson. Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see. Dumbledore, you - you will need to tell me exactly - the Fountain of Magical Brethren - what happened. he added in a kind of whimper, staring around at the floor, where the remains of the statues of the witch, wizard, and centaur now lay scattered. We can discuss that after I have sent Harry back to Hogwarts, said Dumbledore. Harry - Harry Potter. Fudge spun around and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall beside the fallen statue that had been guarding him during Dumbledore and Voldemorts duel. He-here. said Fudge. Why - whats all this about. I shall explain everything, repeated Dumbledore, when Harry is back at school. He walked away from the pool to the place where the golden wizards head lay on the floor. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, Portus. The head glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor for a few seconds, then became still once more. Now see here, Dumbledore. said Fudge, as Dumbledore picked up the head and walked back to Harry carrying it. You havent got authorization for that Portkey. You cant do things like that right in front of the Minister of Magic, you - you - His voice faltered as Dumbledore surveyed him magisterially over his halfmoon spectacles. You will give the order to remove Dolores Umbridge from Hogwarts, said Dumbledore. You will tell your Aurors to stop searching for my Care of Magical Creatures teacher so that he can return to work. I will give you. Dumbledore pulled a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and glanced at it, half an hour of my time tonight, in which I think we shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my school. If you need more help from me you are, of course, more than welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. Letters addressed to the headmaster will find me. Fudge goggled worse than ever. His mouth was open and his round face grew pinker under his rumpled gray hair. I - you - Dumbledore turned his back on him. Take this Portkey, Harry. He held out the golden head of the statue, and Harry placed his hand upon it, past caring what he did next or where he went. I shall see Pubg emoji jesus in half an hour, said Dumbledore quietly. One. two. three. Harry felt the familiar sensation of a hook being jerked behind his navel. The polished wooden floor was gone from beneath his feet; the Atrium, Fudge, and Dumbledore had all disappeared, and he was flying forward in a whirlwind of color and sound. H CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN THE LOST PROPHECY arrys feet hit solid ground again; his knees buckled a little and the golden wizards head fell with a resounding clunk to the floor. He looked around and saw that he had arrived in Dumbledores office. Everything seemed to have repaired itself during the headmasters absence. The delicate silver instruments stood again upon the spindle-legged tables, puffing and whirring serenely. The portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses were snoozing in their frames, heads lolling back in armchairs or against the edge of their pictures. Harry looked through the window. There was a cool Pubg emoji jesus of pale green along the horizon: Dawn was approaching. The silence and the stillness, broken only by the occasional grunt or snuffle of a sleeping portrait, was unbearable to him. If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain. He walked around the quiet, beautiful office, breathing quickly, trying not to think. But he had to think. There was no escape. It was his fault Sirius had died; it was all his fault. If he, Harry, had not been stupid enough to fall for Voldemorts trick, if he had not been so convinced that what he had seen in his dream was real, if he had only opened his mind to the possibility that Voldemort was, as Hermione had said, banking on Harrys love of playing the hero. It was unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it. There was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Sirius had been, where Sirius had vanished. He did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it - A picture behind him gave a particularly loud grunting snore, and a cool voice said, Ah. Harry Potter. Phineas Nigellus gave a long yawn, stretching his arms as he watched Harry with shrewd, narrow eyes. And what brings you here in the early hours of the morning. said Phineas. This office is supposed to be barred to all but the rightful headmaster. Or has Dumbledore sent you here. Oh, dont tell me. He gave another shuddering yawn. Another message for my worthless greatgreat-grandson. Harry could not speak. Phineas Nigellus did not know that Sirius was dead, but Harry could not tell him. To say it aloud would be to make it final, absolute, irretrievable. A few more of the portraits had stirred now. Terror of being interrogated made Harry stride across the room and seize the doorknob. It would not turn. He was shut in. I hope this means, said the corpulent, red-nosed wizard who hung on the wall behind Dumbledores desk, that Dumbledore will soon be back with us. Harry turned. The wizard was eyeing him with great interest. Harry nodded. He tugged again on the doorknob behind his back, but it remained immovable. Oh good, said the wizard. It has been very dull click to see more him, very dull indeed. He settled himself on the thronelike chair on which he had been painted and smiled benignly upon Harry. Dumbledore thinks very highly of you, as I am sure you know, he said comfortably. Oh yes. Holds you in great esteem. The guilt filling the whole of Harrys chest like some monstrous, weighty parasite now writhed and squirmed. Harry could not stand this, he could not stand being Harry anymore. He had never felt more trapped inside his own head and body, never wished so intensely that he could be somebody - anybody - else. The empty fireplace burst into emerald-green flame, making Harry leap away from the door, staring at the man spinning inside the grate. As Dumbledores tall form unfolded itself from the fire, the wizards and witches on the surrounding walls jerked awake. Many of them gave cries of welcome. Thank you, said Dumbledore softly. He did not look at Harry at first, but walked over to the perch beside the door and withdrew, from an inside pocket of his robes, the tiny, ugly, featherless Fawkes, whom he placed gently on the tray of soft ashes beneath the golden post where the full-grown Fawkes usually stood. Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, finally turning away from the baby bird, you will be pleased to hear that none of your fellow students are going to suffer lasting damage from the nights events. Harry tried to say Good, but no sound came out. It seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him of the amount of damage he had caused by his actions tonight, and although Dumbledore was for once looking at him directly, and though his expression was kindly rather than accusatory, Harry could not bear to meet his eyes. Madam Pomfrey is patching everybody up now, said Dumbledore. Nymphadora Tonks may need to spend a little time in St. Mungos, but it seems that she will make a full recovery. Harry contented himself with nodding at the carpet, which was growing lighter as the sky outside grew paler. He was sure here all the portraits around the room were listening eagerly to every word Dumbledore spoke, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had been and why there had been injuries. I know how you are feeling, Harry, said Dumbledore very quietly. No, you dont, said Harry, and his voice was suddenly loud and strong. White-hot anger leapt inside him. Dumbledore knew nothing about his feelings. You see, Dumbledore. said Phineas Nigellus slyly.
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