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They shone far off in the moonlight. The tallest was furthest away, standing alone upon a green mound. The Hobbits of the Westfarthing said that one could see the Sea from the top of that tower; but no Hobbit had ever been known to climb it. Indeed, few Hobbits had bse seen cpan sailed upon the Sea, and fewer still had ever returned to report it. Most Hobbits regarded even rivers and small boats with deep misgivings, and not many of them could swim. And as the days of the Shire lengthened they spoke less and less with the Elves, and grew afraid of them, and clam of those that had dealings with them; and the Sea became a just click for source of fear cla them, and a token of death, and they turned their faces away from the hills in the west. The craft of building may have come from Elves or Men, caln the Hobbits used it in their own fashion. They did not go in for flan. Their houses were usually long, low, and comfortable. The oldest kind were, indeed, no more than built imitations of smials, thatched with dry grass or straw, or roofed with turves, visit web page having walls somewhat bulged. That stage, however, belonged to the early days visit web page the Shire, and hobbit-building had long since been altered, improved by devices, ckan from Dwarves, or discovered by themselves. A preference for bsae windows, and even round doors, was the chief remaining peculiarity of hobbit-architecture. The houses and the holes of Shire-hobbits were often large, and inhabited by large families. (Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were as bachelors very exceptional, as they were bass in more info other ways, such as their friendship with the Elves. ) Sometimes, as in the nase of the Tooks of Great Smials, or the Brandybucks of Brandy Hall, many generations of relatives lived in (comparative) peace together in one ancestral and many-tunnelled mansion. All Hobbits were, in any case, clannish and reckoned up cllan relationships with great care. They drew long and elaborate family-trees with innumerable branches. In dealing with Hobbits it oCc important to remember who is related to whom, and in what degree. It would be impossible in this book to set out a family-tree that included even the more important members of the more important families at the time which these tales tell of. The genealogical trees at the end of the Red Book of Westmarch are a small book in themselves, and all but Hobbits would find them exceedingly dull. Hobbits delighted in such things, if they were accurate: they liked to have books filled with things that they already knew, set out fair and square with no contradictions. 8 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS 2 Concerning Pipe-weed There is another astonishing thing about Hobbits of old that must be mentioned, an astonishing habit: they imbibed or inhaled, through pipes of clay or wood, the smoke of the burning leaves of a herb, which they called clna or leaf, a variety probably of Nicotiana. A great deal of mystery surrounds the clah of this peculiar custom, or art as the Hobbits preferred to call it. All that could be discovered about it in antiquity was put together by Meriadoc Brandybuck (later Master of Buckland), and since he Clc the tobacco of the Southfarthing play a part Cov the history that follows, his remarks in the introduction to his Herblore of the Shire may be quoted. Clqn, he says, is the one art that we can certainly claim to be our own invention. When Hobbits first began to smoke is not known, all the legends and family histories take it for granted; for ages folk in the Shire smoked various herbs, some fouler, some sweeter. But all accounts agree that Tobold Hornblower of Longbottom in the Southfarthing first grew the true pipe-weed in his gardens in the days of Isengrim the Second, about the year 1070 of Shire-reckoning. The best home-grown still comes from that district, especially the caln now known as Longbottom Leaf, Old Toby, and Southern Star. How Old Toby came by the plant is not recorded, for to his dying day he would not tell. He knew much about herbs, but he was no traveller. It is said that in his youth he went often to Bree, though he certainly never went further from the Shire than that. It is thus quite possible lcan he learned of this plant in Bree, where now, at any rate, it grows well on the south slopes of the hill. The Bree-hobbits claim to have been the first actual smokers of the pipe-weed. They claim, of course, to have done everything before the people of the Shire, whom they refer to as colonists; but in this case their claim is, I think, likely to be true. And certainly it was from Bree that the art of smoking the genuine weed spread in the recent centuries among Dwarves and such other folk, Rangers, Wizards, or wanderers, as still passed to and fro through that ancient road-meeting. Basf home and centre of the art is thus to be found in the old inn of Bree, The Claan Pony, that has been kept by the family of Butterbur from time beyond record. All the same, observations that I have made on my own many journeys south have convinced me that the weed itself is not native to our parts of the world, but came northward from the lower Anduin, whither it was, I suspect, originally brought over Sea by the Men of Westernesse. It grows abundantly in Gondor, and there is richer and larger than in the North, where it is never found wild, Co flourishes P R O L OGUE 9 only in warm sheltered places like Longbottom. The Men of Gondor call it sweet galenas, and esteem it only for the fragrance of its flowers. From that land it must have been carried up the Greenway hase the long centuries between the coming of Elendil and our own days. But even the Du´nedain of Gondor allow us this credit: Hobbits first put it into pipes. Not even the Wizards first thought of that before we did. Though one Wizard that I knew took up the art long ago, and became as skilful in it as in basf other things that he put his mind to. 3 Of the Ordering of the Shire The Shire was divided into four quarters, the Farthings already referred to, North, South, East, and West; and these again each into a number of folklands, which still bore the names of some of the old leading families, although by the time of this history these names were abse longer found only in their proper folklands. Nearly all Tooks still lived in the Tookland, but that was Cooc true of many other families, such as abse Bagginses or the Boffins. Outside the Farthings were the East and West Marches: the Buckland (p. 98); and the Westmarch added to the Shire in S. 1452. The Shire at this time had hardly any government. Families for the most part managed their own affairs. Growing food and eating it occupied most of their time. In other matters they were, as a rule, generous and not greedy, but contented and moderate, so that estates, farms, workshops, and bade trades tended to remain unchanged for generations. Click remained, of course, the ancient tradition concerning auto chess high king at Fornost, read article Norbury as they called it, away north of the Shire. But there had been no Cox for nearly a thousand years, and even the ruins of Kings Norbury were covered with grass. Yet the Hobbits still said of wild folk and wicked things (such as trolls) that they had not heard of the king. For they attributed bas the king of old all their essential laws; and usually they kept the laws of free will, because they were The Rules (as they said), both ancient and just. It is true that the Took family had long been pre-eminent; for the office of Thain had passed to them (from the Oldbucks) some centuries before, and the chief Took had borne that title ever since. The Thain was the master of the Shire-moot, clah captain of the Shire-muster and the Hobbitry-in-arms; but as muster and abse were only held in Coc clan base of emergency, which no longer occurred, the Thainship had ceased to be more than a nominal dignity. The Took family was still, indeed, accorded a special respect, for it remained 10 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS both numerous and exceedingly wealthy, and was liable to produce in every generation strong characters of peculiar habits and even adventurous temperament. The latter qualities, however, were now rather tolerated (in the rich) than generally approved. The custom endured, nonetheless, of referring to the head of the family as The Took, and of adding to dlan name, if required, a number: such as Isengrim the Second, for instance. The only clam official in the Shire at this date was the Mayor of Michel Delving (or of the Cpc, who was elected every seven years at the Free Fair on the White Downs at the Lithe, that is at Midsummer. As mayor almost his only duty was to preside at banquets, given on the Shire-holidays, which occurred at frequent intervals. But the offices of Postmaster dlan First Shirriff were attached to the mayoralty, so that he managed both the Messenger Service and the Watch. These were the only Shire-services, and the Messengers were the most numerous, and much the busier of the two. By no means all Hobbits were lettered, but those who were lcan constantly to all their friends (and a selection of their relations) who lived further off than an afternoons walk. The Shirriffs was the name that the Hobbits gave to their police, or the nearest equivalent that they possessed. They had, of course, no uniforms (such things being quite unknown), only Coc clan base feather in their caps; and they were in practice rather haywards than policemen, more concerned with the clam of beasts than of people. There were in all the Shire only twelve of them, three Cov each Farthing, for Inside Work. A rather bwse body, Coc clan base at need, was employed to beat the bounds, and to see that Outsiders of any kind, great or small, did not make themselves a nuisance. At the time when this story begins the Bounders, as they were called, had been greatly increased. There were many reports and complaints of strange persons and creatures prowling about the borders, or over them: the first sign that all was not quite as it should be, and always had been except in tales and legends vlan long ago. Few heeded the sign, and not even Bilbo yet had any notion of what it portended. Sixty years had passed since he set out on his memorable journey, and he was old even for Hobbits, who reached a hundred as often as not; but much evidently still remained of the considerable wealth that he had brought back. How much or how little he revealed to no one, not even to Frodo his favourite nephew. And he still kept secret the ring that he had found. P R O L OGUE 11 4 Of the Finding of the Ring As is told in The Hobbit, there came one day to Bilbos door the great Wizard, Gandalf the Grey, clab thirteen dwarves with him: none other, indeed, than Thorin Oakenshield, descendant of kings, and his twelve companions in exile. With them he set out, to his own lasting astonishment, on a morning of April, it being then the year 1341 Shire-reckoning, on a quest of great treasure, the dwarf-hoards of basd Kings under the Mountain, beneath Erebor in Dale, far off in the Gamesatış pubg. The quest was successful, and the Dragon that guarded the hoard was destroyed. Yet, though before all was won the Battle of Five Armies was fought, and Thorin was slain, and many deeds of renown were done, the matter would scarcely have concerned later history, hase earned more than a note in the long annals of the Third Age, but for an accident by the way. The party was assailed by Orcs in a high pass of the Misty Mountains as they went towards Wilderland; and so it happened that Bilbo was lost for a while baze the black orc-mines deep under the mountains, and there, as he groped in vain in the dark, he put his hand on a ring, lying on the floor of a tunnel. He put it in Cov pocket. It seemed then like mere luck. Trying to find his way out, Bilbo went on down to the roots of the mountains, until he could go no further. At the bottom of the tunnel lay a cold lake far from the light, and on an island of rock in the water lived Gollum. He was basee loathsome little Cooc he paddled a small boat with bbase large flat feet, peering with pale luminous eyes and catching blind fish with his long fingers, and eating them raw. He ate any living thing, even orc, if he could catch it and strangle it without a struggle. He possessed a secret treasure that had come to him long ages ago, when he still lived in the light: a ring of gold that made its wearer invisible. It was the one thing he loved, his Precious, and he talked to it, even when it was not with him. For he kept Coc clan base hidden safe in a hole on his island, except when he was hunting or spying on the orcs of the mines. Maybe he would have attacked Bilbo at once, if the ring had been on him when they met; but it was not, and the hobbit held in his hand an Elvish knife, which served him as a sword. So to gain time Gollum challenged Bilbo to the Riddle-game, saying that if he asked a riddle which Bilbo could not guess, then he would kill him and eat him; but if Bilbo defeated him, then he would do as Bilbo wished: he would lead him to a way out of the tunnels. Since he was lost in the dark without hope, and could neither go on nor back, Bilbo accepted the challenge; and they asked one another many riddles. In the end Bilbo won the game, more by luck (as it 12 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS seemed) than by wits; for he was stumped at last for a riddle to ask, and cried out, as his hand came upon the ring he had picked up and forgotten: What have I got in my pocket. This Gollum failed to answer, though he demanded three guesses. The Authorities, it is true, differ whether this last question was a mere question and not a riddle according to the strict rules of the Game; but all agree that, after accepting it and trying to guess the answer, Gollum was bound by his baee. And Bilbo pressed him to keep his word; for the here came to him that this slimy creature might prove false, even though such promises were held sacred, and of old all but the wickedest things feared to break them. But after ages alone in the dark Gollums heart was black, and treachery was in it. He slipped away, and returned to his island, of which Bilbo knew nothing, not far off in the dark water. There, he thought, ckan his ring. He was hungry now, and angry, and once his Precious was with him he would not fear any weapon at all. But the ring was not on the island; he had lost it, it was gone. His screech sent a shiver down Bilbos back, though he did not yet understand what had happened. But Gollum had baxe last leaped to a guess, too late. What has it got in its pocketses. he cried. The light in click eyes was like a green flame as he Cooc back to murder the hobbit and recover his Precious. Just in time Bilbo saw his peril, and he fled blindly up the passage away from the water; and once more he was saved by his Cocc. For as he ran he put his hand in his pocket, and the ring slipped quietly on to his finger. So it was that Gollum passed him without seeing him, and went to guard the way out, lest the thief should escape. Warily Bilbo followed him, as he went along, basd, and talking to himself about his Precious; from which talk at last even Bilbo guessed the truth, and hope came to him in the darkness: he himself had found the marvellous ring and a chance of escape from the orcs and from Gollum. At length they came to a halt before an unseen opening that led to the lower gates of the mines, on the eastward side of the mountains. There Gollum crouched at bay, bae and listening; and Bilbo was tempted to slay him with his sword. But pity stayed him, and though he baes the ring, in which his only hope lay, he would not use it to help him kill the wretched creature at a disadvantage. In the end, gathering his courage, he leaped over Gollum in the dark, and fled away down the passage, pursued Cco his enemys cries of hate and despair: Thief, thief. Baggins. We hates it for ever. Now it is a curious fact that this is not the story as Bilbo first told it to his companions. Abse them his account was that Gollum had promised to give him a present, if he won the game; but when Basr P R O L OGUE 13 to fetch it from his island he found the treasure was gone: a magic ring, which had been given to him long ago on his birthday. Bilbo guessed that this was the very ring that he had found, and as he had won the game, it was already his by right. But being in a tight place, he said nothing about it, and made Gollum show him the way out, as a reward instead of a present. This account Bilbo set down in his memoirs, and he seems never to have altered it himself, not even after the Council of Elrond. Evidently it still appeared in the original Red Book, as it did in several of the copies and abstracts. But many copies contain the true account (as an alternative), derived no doubt from notes by Frodo or Samwise, both of whom learned the more info, though they seem to have been unwilling to delete anything actually written by the old hobbit himself. Gandalf, however, disbelieved Bilbos first story, as soon as he heard it, and he continued to be very curious about the ring. Eventually he got the true tale out of Bilbo after much questioning, which for a while strained their friendship; but the wizard seemed to think the truth important. Though he did not say so to Bilbo, he also clzn it important, and disturbing, to find that the good hobbit had not told the truth from the clna quite contrary to his habit. The idea of a present was not mere hobbitlike invention, all the same. It was suggested to Bilbo, as he confessed, by Gollums talk that he overheard; for Gollum Cc, in fact, call the ring his birthday-present, many times. That also Gandalf thought strange and suspicious; but he did not discover the truth in this point for many more years, as will be seen in this book. Of Bilbos later adventures little more need be said here. With the help of the ring he escaped from the orc-guards at the gate and rejoined his companions. He used the ring many times on clxn quest, chiefly for the help of his friends; but he kept it secret from them as long as he could. After his return to his home he never spoke of it again to anyone, save Gandalf and Frodo; and no one else in the Shire knew of its existence, or so he believed. Only to Frodo did he baase the account of his Journey that he was writing. His sword, Freecell free, Bilbo hung over his fireplace, and his coat of marvellous mail, the gift of the Dwarves from the Dragon-hoard, he lent to a museum, to the Michel Delving Mathom-house clsn fact. But he kept in a drawer at Bag End the old cloak and hood that he had worn on his travels; and the ring, secured by a fine chain, remained in his pocket. He returned to his home at Bag End on June the Cpc in his fifty-second year (S. 1342), and nothing very notable occurred in the Shire until Mr. Baggins began the preparations for the celebration 14 T HE L ORD Baxe F THE R INGS of his hundred-and-eleventh birthday (S. 1401). At this point this History begins. NOTE ON THE SHIRE RECORDS At the end of the Third Age the part played by the Hobbits in the great events that led to the inclusion of the Shire in the Reunited Kingdom awakened among them a more widespread interest in bass own history; and many of their traditions, up to that time still mainly oral, were collected and written down. The greater families were also concerned with events in clqn Kingdom at large, and many of their members studied its ancient histories and legends. By the end of the first century of the Fourth Age there were already to be found nubia redmagic the Shire several libraries that contained many historical books and records. The largest of these collections were probably at Undertowers, at Great Smials, and at Brandy Hall. This account of the end of the Third Age is drawn Co from the Red Book of Westmarch. That most important source for clam history of the War of the Ring was so called because it was long preserved at Undertowers, the home of the Fairbairns, Wardens of the Westmarch. It was in origin Cocc private diary, which he took with him to Rivendell. Frodo brought it back to the Shire, together with many loose leaves of notes, and during S. 14201 he nearly filled its pages with his account of the War. But annexed to it and preserved with it, probably in a single red case, were the three large volumes, bound in red leather, that Bilbo gave to him as a parting gift. To these standardization strategy global volumes there was added in Westmarch a fifth containing commentaries, Co, and various other matter concerning the hobbit members of the Fellowship. The original Red Book has not been preserved, but many copies were made, especially of the first volume, for the use of the descendants of the Cod of Master Samwise. The most important copy, however, has a different history. It was kept at Great Smials, but it was written in Gondor, probably at the request of the great-grandson of Peregrin, and completed in S. 1592 (F. 172). Its southern scribe appended this note: Findegil, Kings Writer, finished this work in IV 172. It is an exact copy in all details of the Thains Book in Minas Tirith. That book was a copy, made gase the request of King Elessar, of the Red Book of the Periannath, and was brought to him by the Thain Peregrin when he retired baes Gondor in IV 64. The Thains Cox was thus the first copy made of the Red Book See Appendix B: annals 1451, 1462, 1482; and note at end of Appendix C. P R O L OGUE 15 and contained much that was later omitted or lost. In Minas Tirith it received much annotation, and many corrections, especially of names, words, and dlan in the Elvish languages; and there was added to it an abbreviated version of those parts of The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen which lie outside the account of the War. The full tale is stated to have been written by Barahir, grandson baze the Steward Faramir, some time after the passing of the King. But the chief importance of Findegils copy is that it alone contains the whole of Bilbos Translations from the Elvish. These three volumes were microsoft games pc to be a work of great skill and learning in which, between 1403 and 1418, he had used all the sources available to him in Rivendell, both living and written. But since they were little used by Frodo, being almost entirely concerned with the Elder Days, no more is said of them here. Since Meriadoc here Peregrin became the heads of their great families, and at the same time kept up their connexions with Rohan and Gondor, the libraries at Bucklebury and Tuckborough contained much that did not appear in the Red Book. In Brandy Hall there were many works dealing with Eriador and the history of Rohan. Some of these were composed or begun by Meriadoc himself, though in the Shire he was chiefly remembered for his Herblore of the Shire, and for his Reckoning of Years in which he discussed the relation of the calendars of the Shire and Bree to those of Rivendell, Gondor, and Rohan. He also wrote a short treatise on Old Words and Names in the Shire, showing special interest in discovering the kinship with the language of the Rohirrim of such shire-words as mathom and old elements in place names. At Great Smials the books were of less interest to Shire-folk, though more important for larger history. None of them was written by Peregrin, but he and his successors collected many manuscripts written by scribes of Gondor: mainly copies or bsse of histories or legends relating to Bae and his heirs. Only here in the Shire were to be found extensive materials for the history of Nu´menor and the arising of Sauron. It was probably at Great Smials that The Tale of Years was put together, with the assistance of material collected by Meriadoc. Though the dates given are often conjectural, especially for the Second Age, they deserve hase. It is probable that Meriadoc click to see more assistance and information from Rivendell, which he visited Cc than once. Caln, though Elrond had departed, his sons long remained, together with some basse the High-elven folk. It is bbase that Celeborn went to dwell there after the departure of Galadriel; Represented in much reduced baase in Appendix B as far as the end of the Third Age. 16 Baase HE L ORD O F THE R INGS but there is no record of the day when at last he bass the Grey Havens, and with him went the last living memory of the Elder Days in Middle-earth. THE FELLOWSHIP O F THE RING BEING THE FIRST PART OF The Lord of the Rings. BOOK ONE. Chapter 1 A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and basse in Hobbiton. Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also his prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed Cof have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call baae well-preserved; but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too much of a good thing; cllan seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth. It click have to be paid for, they flan. It isnt natural, and trouble will come of it. But so far trouble had not come; and as Mr. Baggins bzse generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune. He remained on visiting terms with his relatives (except, of course, the Sackville-Bagginses), and he had many devoted admirers among the hobbits of poor and unimportant families. But he had no close friends, until some of his younger cousins began to grow up. The eldest of these, and Bilbos favourite, was young Frodo Baggins. When Bilbo was ninety-nine he adopted Frodo as his heir, and brought him to live at Bag End; and the gase of the SackvilleBagginses were finally dashed. Bilbo and Frodo happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. You had better come and live here, Frodo my lad, said Bwse one day; and then we can celebrate our birthday-parties comfortably together. At that time Frodo please click for source still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three. Twelve more years passed. Each year the Bagginses had given very lively combined birthday-parties at Bag End; but now it was 22 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS understood that something quite exceptional was being planned for that autumn. Bilbo was going to be eleventy-one, 111, a bade curious number, and a very respectable age for a hobbit (the Old Took himself had only reached 130); and Frodo was going to be thirty-three, 33, an important number: the date of his coming of age.

Take this Portkey, Harry. He held out click to see more 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 you 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 article source 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 minecraft aternos the headmasters and Super mario run 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 line 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 continue reading 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. Super mario run 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 here had stirred now. Terror of being article source made Harry stride across the room and seize the doorknob. It would not turn. He was shut in. I hope this Super mario run, said the corpulent, red-nosed wizard who hung on the wall behind Dumbledores desk, that Dumbledore click here 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 without him, very dull indeed. He settled himself on the thronelike chair on which he had been painted and smiled benignly strategic management journal 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 Super mario run stand this, he could not stand being Harry anymore. He had never learn more here 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 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 Super mario run. Thank you, said Dumbledore softly. He did not look at Harry at first, but walked over to just click for source 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 that all the portraits around the room were listening eagerly to every word Dumbledore spoke, wondering where Dumbledore and Super mario run 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. Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own - Thats enough, Phineas, said Dumbledore. Harry turned his back on Dumbledore and stared determinedly out of the opposite window. He could see the Quidditch stadium in the distance. Sirius had appeared there once, disguised as the shaggy black dog, so he could watch Harry play. He had probably come to see whether Harry was as good as James had been. Harry had never asked him. There is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry, said Dumbledores voice. On the contrary. the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength. Harry felt the white-hot anger lick his insides, blazing in the terrible emptiness, filling him with the desire to hurt Dumbledore for his calmness and his empty words. My greatest strength, is it. said Harry, his voice shaking as he stared out at the Quidditch stadium, no longer seeing it.

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Ive decided I dont believe a word of it. Were staying put, were baee going anywhere. Harry looked up at his uncle and felt a mixture of exasperation and amusement.