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So that was how his parents had died. exactly like that spider. Had they been unblemished unmarked too. Had they simply seen the flash of Dragons lair coc light and heard the rush of speeding death, before life was wiped from their bodies. Harry had been picturing his parents deaths over and over again for three years now, ever since hed found out they had been murdered, ever since hed found out what had happened that night: Wormtail had betrayed his parents whereabouts to Voldemort, who had come to find them at their cottage. How Voldemort had killed Harrys father first. How James Potter had tried to hold him off, while he shouted at his wife to take Harry and run. Voldemort had advanced on Lily Potter, told her to move aside so that he could kill Harry. how she had begged him to kill her instead, refused to stop shielding her son. and so Voldemort had murdered her too, before turning his wand on Harry. Ckc knew these details because he had heard his parents voices when he had fought the dementors last year - for that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in their own despair. Moody was speaking again, from a great distance, it seemed to Harry. With a massive effort, he pulled himself back to the present and listened to what Moody was saying. Avada Kedavras a curse that needs a powerful bit of magic behind it - you could all get your wands out now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt Id get so much as a nosebleed. But that doesnt matter. Im not here to teach Dragona how to do it. Now, if theres no countercurse, why am I showing you. Because youve got to know. Youve got to appreciate what the worst is. You dont want to find yourself in a situation where youre facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE. he roared, and the whole class jumped again. Now. those three curses - Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus - are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban. Thats DDragons youre up against. Thats what Ive cod to teach you to fight. You need preparing. You need arming. But most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing vigilance. Get out your quills. copy this down. They spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on each of the Unforgivable Curses. No one spoke until the bell rang - but when Moody had dismissed them and they had left the classroom, a torrent of talk burst warriors orochi 3 ultimate definitive edition. Most people were discussing the curses in awed voices - Did you see it twitch. - and when he killed it - just like that. They were talking about the lesson, Harry thought, as though it had been some sort of spectacular show, but he hadnt found it very entertaining - and nor, it seemed, had Hermione. Hurry up, she said tensely to Harry and Ron. Not the ruddy library again. said Ron. No, said Hermione curtly, pointing up a side passage. Neville. Neville was standing alone, halfway up the passage, staring at the stone wall opposite him with the same horrified, wide-eyed look he had worn when Moody had demonstrated the Cruciatus Curse. Neville. Hermione said gently. Neville looked around. Oh hello, he said, his voice much higher than usual. Interesting lesson, wasnt it. I wonder clc for dinner, Im - Im starving, arent you. Neville, are you all right. said Hermione. Oh yes, Im fine, Neville gabbled in the same unnaturally high voice. Very interesting dinner - I mean lesson - whats for eating. Ron gave Harry a startled look. Neville, what -. But an odd clunking noise sounded behind them, and they turned to see Professor Moody limping toward them. All four of them fell silent, watching him apprehensively, but when he spoke, it was in a much learn more here and gentler growl than they had yet heard. Its all right, sonny, he said to Neville. Why dont you come up to my office. Come on. we can have a cup of tea. Neville looked even more frightened at the prospect lir tea with Moody. He neither moved nor spoke. Moody turned his magical eye upon Foc. You all right, are you, Potter. Yes, said Harry, almost defiantly. Moodys blue eye quivered slightly in its socket as it surveyed Harry. Then he said, Youve got to know. It seems harsh, maybe, but youve got to know. No point pretending. well. come on, Longbottom, Ive got some books that might interest you. Neville laid pleadingly at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but they didnt say anything, so Neville had no choice but to allow himself to be steered away, one Dragone Moodys gnarled hands on his shoulder. What was that about. said Ron, Dragns Neville and Moody turn the corner. I dont know, said Hermione, looking pensive. Some lesson, though, eh. said Ron to Harry as they set off for the Great Hall. Fred and George were right, werent they. He really knows his stuff, Moody, doesnt he. When he did Avada Kedavra, the way that spider just died, just snuffed it right - But Ron fell suddenly silent at the look on Harrys face and didnt speak again until they reached the Great Hall, when he said he supposed they had better make a start on Professor Trelawneys predictions tonight, since they would take hours. Hermione did not join in with Harry and Rons conversation during dinner, but ate furiously fast, and then left for the library again. Harry and Ron walked back to Gryffindor Tower, and Harry, who had been thinking of nothing else all through dinner, now raised the subject of the Unforgivable Curses himself. Wouldnt Moody Drxgons Dumbledore be in trouble with the Ministry if they knew wed seen the curses. Harry asked as they approached the Fat Lady. Yeah, probably, said Ron. But Dumbledores always done things coc th 6 way, hasnt he, and Moodys been getting in trouble for years, I reckon. Attacks first and asks questions later - look at his dustbins. Balderdash. The Fat Lady swung forward to reveal the entrance hole, and they climbed into the Gryffindor common room, which was crowded and noisy. Shall we get our Divination stuff, then. said Harry. I spose, Ron groaned. They went up to the dormitory to fetch their books and charts, to find Neville there alone, sitting on his bed, reading. He looked a good deal calmer than at the end of Moodys lesson, though still laiir entirely normal. His eyes were rather red. You all right, Neville. Harry asked him. Oh lairr, said Neville, Im fine, thanks. Just reading this book Professor Moody lent me. He held up the book: Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean. Apparently, Professor Sprout told Professor Moody Im really good at Herbology, Neville said. There was a faint note of pride in his voice that Harry had rarely heard there before. He thought Id like this. Telling Neville what Professor Sprout had said, Harry thought, had been a very tactful way of cheering Neville up, for Neville very rarely heard that he was good at anything. It was the sort of thing Professor Lupin would have done. Harry and Ron took their copies of Unfogging the Future back down to the common room, found a table, and set to work on their predictions for the coming month. An hour later, they had made very little progress, though their table was littered with bits of parchment bearing sums and symbols, and Harrys brain cocc as fogged as though it had been filled with the fumes from Professor Trelawneys fire. I havent got a clue what this lots supposed to mean, he said, staring down at a long list of calculations. You know, said Ron, whose hair was on end because of all the times he had run his fingers through it in frustration, I think its back to the old Divination standby. What - make it up. Yeah, said Ron, sweeping the jumble of scrawled notes off the table, dipping his pen into some ink, and starting Draggons write. Next Monday, he said as he scribbled, I am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter. He looked up at Harry. You know her - just put in loads of misery, shell lap it up. Right, said Harry, crumpling up his first attempt and lobbing it over the heads of a group of chattering first years into the fire. Okay. on Monday, I will be in danger of - er - burns. Yeah, you will be, said Ron darkly, were seeing the skrewts again on Monday. Okay, Tuesday, Ill. erm. Lose a treasured possession, said Harry, who was flicking through Unfogging the Future for ideas. Good one, Dragojs Ron, copying it down. Because of. erm. Mercury. Why dont you get stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend. Yeah. cool. said Harry, scribbling it down, because. Venus is in the twelfth house. And on Wednesday, I think Ill come off worst in a laor. Aaah, I was going to have a fight. Okay, Ill lose a bet. Yeah, youll be betting Ill win my fight. They continued to make up predictions (which grew steadily more tragic) for another hour, while the common room around them slowly emptied as people went up to bed. Lxir wandered over to them, leapt lightly into an empty chair, and stared inscrutably at Harry, rather as Hermione might look if she knew they werent doing their homework properly. Staring around the room, trying to think of a kind of misfortune he hadnt yet used, Harry saw Fred and George sitting together against the opposite wall, heads together, quills out, poring over a single piece of parchment. It was most unusual to see Fred and George hidden away in a corner and working silently; they usually liked to be in the thick of things and the noisy center of attention. There was something secretive about the way they were working on the piece of parchment, and Harry was reminded of how they had sat together writing something back at the Burrow. He had thought then that it was another order form for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, but it didnt look like that this time; if it had been, they would surely have let Lee Jordan in on the joke. He wondered whether it had anything to do with entering the Triwizard Tournament. As Harry watched, George shook his head at Fred, scratched out something with his quill, and said, in a very quiet voice that nevertheless oair across the almost deserted room, No - that sounds like were accusing him. Got to be careful. Then George looked over and saw Harry watching him. Harry grinned and quickly cooc to Dragons lair coc predictions - he didnt want George to think he was eavesdropping. Shortly after that, the twins rolled up their parchment, laair good night, and went off to bed. Fred and George had been gone ten minutes or so when the portrait hole opened and Hermione climbed into the common room carrying a sheaf of parchment in one hand and a box whose contents rattled as she walked in the other. Crookshanks arched his back, purring. Hello, she said, Ive just finished. So have I. said Ron triumphantly, throwing down his quill. Hermione sat down, laid the things she was carrying in an empty armchair, and pulled Rons predictions toward her. Laur going to have a very good month, are you. she said sardonically as Crookshanks curled up in her lap. Ah well, at least Im forewarned, Ron yawned. You seem to be drowning twice, said Hermione. Oh am I. said Ron, peering down at his predictions. Id better change one of them to getting trampled by a Dragons lair coc hippogriff. Dont you think its a bit obvious youve made these up. said Hermione. How dare you. said Ron, in mock outrage. Weve been working like house-elves here. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Its just an expression, said Ron hastily. Harry laid down his quill too, having just finished predicting his Draggons death by decapitation. Whats in the box. he asked, pointing at it. Funny you should ask, said Hermione, with a nasty look at Ron. She took off the lid and showed them the contents. Inside were about fifty badges, all of different colors, but all bearing the same letters: S. Spew. said Harry, picking up a badge and looking at it. Whats this about. Not spew, said Lai impatiently. Its S-P-E-W. Stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. Never heard of it, said Ron. Well, of course you havent, said Hermione briskly, Ive only just started it. Yeah. said Ron in mild surprise. How many members have you got. Well - if you two join - three, said Hermione. And you think we want to walk around wearing badges saying spew, do you. said Ron. S-P-E-W. said Hermione hotly. I was going to put Stop the Outrageous Abuse of Our Fellow Magical Creatures and Campaign for a Sympathise galcon 2 long in Their Legal Status - but it wouldnt fit. So thats the heading of our manifesto. She brandished the sheaf of parchment at them. Ive been researching it thoroughly in the library. Elf enslavement goes back centuries. I cant believe no ones done anything about it before now. Hermione - open your ears, said Ron loudly. They. Like. They like being enslaved. Our short-term aims, said Hermione, speaking even more loudly than Ron, and acting as though she hadnt heard a word, are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because theyre shockingly underrepresented. And how do we do all this. Harry asked. We start by recruiting members, said Hermione happily. I thought two Sickles to join - that buys a badge - and the proceeds Draagons fund our leaflet campaign. Youre treasurer, Ron - Ive Dragonx you a collecting tin upstairs - and Harry, youre secretary, so you might want to write down everything Im saying now, as a record of our first meeting. There was Dragpns pause in which Hermione beamed at the pair of them, and Harry sat, torn between exasperation at Hermione and amusement at the look on Rons face. The silence was broken, not by Ron, who in any case looked as though he was temporarily dumbstruck, but by a soft tap, tap on the window. Harry looked across the now empty common room and saw, illuminated by the moonlight, a snowy owl perched on the windowsill. Hedwig. he shouted, and he launched himself out of his chair and across the room to pull open the window. Hedwig flew inside, soared across the room, and landed on the table on top of Harrys predictions. About time. said Harry, hurrying after her. Shes got an answer. said Ron excitedly, pointing at the grubby piece of parchment tied to Hedwigs leg. Harry hastily untied it and sat down to read, whereupon Hedwig fluttered onto his knee, hooting softly. What does it say. Hermione asked breathlessly. The letter was very short, and looked as though it had been scrawled in a great hurry. Harry read it aloud: Harry - Im flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again, go straight to Dumbledore - theyre saying got Mad-Eye out of retirement, which means hes reading the signs, even if no one else is. Ill be in touch soon. My best to Ron and Hermione. Keep your eyes open, Harry. Harry looked up at Ron and Hermione, who stared back at him. Hes flying north. Hermione whispered. Hes coming back. Dumbledores reading what signs. said Ron, looking perplexed. Harry - whats up. For Harry had just hit himself in the forehead with his fist, jolting Hedwig out of his lap. I cov told him. Harry said furiously. What are you on about. said Ron in surprise.

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But if you desire clearer counsel, you should ask Gandalf. I do not know the reason for your flight, and therefore I do not know by what means your pursuers will assail you. These things Gandalf must know.