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Cried Hermione as Ron caught up the Horcrux and Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak again. We cant just go, we havent got a plan, we need to - We need to get going, said Harry firmly. He had been hoping to sleep, looking forward to getting into the new tent, but that was impossible now. Can you imagine what hes going to do once he realizes the ring and the locket are gone. What if he moves the Hogwarts Horcrux, decides it isnt safe enough. But how are we going to get in. Well go to Hogsmeade, said Harry, and try to work something out once we see what the protection around the schools like. Get under the Cloak, Hermione, I want to stick together this time. But we dont really fit - Itll be dark, no ones going to notice our feet. The flapping of enormous wings echoed across the black water: The dragon had drunk its fill and risen into the air. They paused in their preparations to watch it climb higher and higher, now black against the rapidly darkening sky, until it vanished over a nearby mountain. Then Hermione walked forward and took her place between the other two. Harry pulled the Cloak down as far as it would go, and together they turned on the spot into the crushing darkness. H CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT THE MISSING MIRROR arrys feet touched road. He saw the achingly familiar Hogsmeade High Street: dark shop fronts, and the outline of black mountains beyond the village, and the curve in the road ahead that led off toward Hogwarts, and light spilling from the windows of the Three Broomsticks, and with a lurch of the heart he remembered, with piercing accuracy, how he had landed here nearly a year visit web page, supporting a desperately weak Dumbledore; all this in a second, upon landing - and then, even as he relaxed his grip upon Rons and Hermiones arms, it happened. The air was rent by a scream that sounded like Voldemorts when he had realized the cup had been stolen: It tore at every nerve in Harrys body, and he knew immediately that their appearance had caused it. Even as he looked at the other two beneath the Cloak, the door of the Three Broomsticks burst open and a dozen cloaked and hooded Death Eaters dashed into the Bubble games, their wands aloft. Harry seized Rons wrist as he raised his wand; there were too many of them to Stun: Even attempting it would give away their position. One of the Death Eaters waved his wand and the scream stopped, still echoing around the distant mountains. Accio Cloak. roared one of the Death Eaters. Harry seized its folds, but it made no attempt to escape: The Summoning Charm had not worked on it. Not under your wrapper, then, Potter. yelled the Death Eater who had tried the charm, and then to his fellows, Spread out. Hes here. Six of the Death Eaters ran toward them: Harry, Ron, and Hermione backed as quickly as possible down the nearest side street, and the Death Eaters missed them by inches. They waited in learn more here darkness, listening to the footsteps running up and down, beams of light flying along the street from the Death Eaterssearching wands. Lets just leave. Hermione whispered. Disapparate now. Great idea, said Ron, but before Harry could reply a Death Eater shouted, We know youre here, Potter, and theres no getting away. Well find you. They were ready for us, whispered Harry. They set up that spell to tell them wed come. I reckon theyve done something to keep us here, trap us - What about dementors. called another Death Eater. Let em have free rein, theyd find him quick enough. The Dark Lord wants Potter dead by no hand but his - - an dementors wont kill him. The Dark Lord wants Potters life, not his soul. Hell be easier to kill if hes been Kissed first. There were noises of agreement. Dread filled Harry: To repel dementors they would have to produce Patronuses, which would give them away immediately. Were going to have to try to Disapparate, Harry. Hermione whispered. Even as she said it, he felt the unnatural cold begin to steal over the street. Light was sucked from the environment right up to the stars, which vanished. In the pitch-blackness, he felt Hermione take hold of his arm and together, they turned on the spot. The air through which they needed to move seemed to have become solid: They could not Disapparate; the Death Eaters had cast their charms well. The cold was biting deeper and deeper into Harrys flesh. He, Ron, and Hermione retreated down the side street, groping their way along the wall, trying not to make a sound. Then, around the corner, gliding noiselessly, came dementors, ten or more of them, visible because they were of a denser darkness than their surroundings, with their black cloaks and their scabbed and rotting hands. Could they sense fear in the vicinity. Harry was sure of it: They seemed to be coming more quickly now, taking those dragging, rattling breaths he detested, tasting despair on the air, closing in - He raised his wand: He could not, would not, suffer the Dementors Kiss, whatever happened afterward. It was of Ron and Hermione that he thought as he whispered, Expecto Patronum. The silver stag burst from his wand and charged: The dementors scattered and there was a triumphant yell from somewhere out of sight. Its him, down there, down there, I saw his Patronus, it was a stag. The dementors had retreated, the stars see more popping out again, and the footsteps of the Death Eaters were becoming louder; but before Harry in his panic could decide what to do, there was a grinding of bolts nearby, a door opened on the left-hand side of the narrow street, and a rough voice said, Potter, in here, quick. He obeyed without hesitation: The three of them hurtled through the open doorway. Upstairs, keep the Cloak on, keep quiet. muttered a tall figure, passing them on his way into the street and slamming the door behind him. Harry had had no idea where they were, but now he saw, by the stuttering light of a single candle, the grubby, sawdust-strewn bar of the Hogs Head Inn. They ran behind the counter and through a second doorway, which led to a rickety wooden staircase that they climbed as fast as they could. The stairs opened onto a sitting room with a threadbare carpet and a small fireplace, above which hung a single large oil painting of a blonde girl who gazed out at the room with a kind of vacant sweetness. Shouts reached them from the street below. Still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, they crept toward the grimy window and looked down. Their savior, whom Harry now recognized as the Hogs Heads barman, was the only person not wearing a hood. So what. he was bellowing into one of the hooded faces. So what. You send dementors down my street, Ill send a Patronus back at em. Im not having em near me, Ive told you that, Im not having it. That wasnt your Patronus. said a Death Eater. That was a stag, it was Potters. Stag. roared the barman, and he pulled out a wand. Stag. You idiot - Expecto Patronum. Something huge and horned erupted from the wand: Head down, it charged toward the High Street and out of sight. Thats not what I saw - said the Death Eater, though with less certainty. Curfews been broken, you heard the noise, one of his companions told the barman. Someone was out in the street against regulations - If I want to put my cat out, I will, and be damned to your curfew. You set off the Caterwauling Charm. What if I did. Going to cart me off to Azkaban. Kill me for sticking my nose out my own front door. Do it, then, if you want to. But I hope for your sakes you havent pressed your little Dark Marks and summoned him. Hes not going to like being called here for me and my old cat, is he, now. Dont you worry about us, said one of the Death Eaters, worry about yourself, breaking curfew. And where will you lot traffick potions and poisons when my pubs closed down. Whatll happen to your little sidelines then. Are you threatening -. I keep my mouth shut, its why you come here, isnt it. I still say I saw a stag Patronus. shouted the first Death Eater. Stag. roared the barman. Its a goat, idiot. All right, we made a mistake, said the second Death Eater. Break curfew again and we wont be so lenient. The Death Eaters strode back toward the High Street. Hermione moaned with relief, wove out from under the Cloak, and sat down on a wobble-legged chair. Harry drew the curtains tight shut, then pulled the Cloak off himself and Ron. They could hear the barman down below, rebolting the door of the bar, then climbing the stairs. Harrys attention was caught by something on the mantelpiece: a small, rectangular mirror propped on top of it, right beneath the portrait of the girl. The barman https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/epic-games-online-service.php the room. You bloody fools, he said gruffly, looking from one to the other of them. What were you thinking, coming here. Thank you, said Harry. We cant thank you enough. You saved our th14 legend base. The barman grunted. Harry approached him, looking up into the face, trying to see past the long, stringy, wire-gray hair and beard. He wore spectacles. Behind the dirty lenses, the eyes were a piercing, brilliant blue. Its your eye Ive been seeing in the mirror. There was silence in the room. Harry and the barman looked at each other. You sent Dobby. The barman nodded and looked around for the elf. Thought hed be with you. Whereve you left him. Hes dead, said Harry. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him. The barmans face was impassive. After a few moments he said, Im sorry to link it. I liked that elf. He turned away, lighting lamps with prods of his wand, not looking at any of them. Youre Aberforth, said Harry to the mans back. He neither confirmed nor denied it, but bent to light the fire. How did you get this. Harry asked, walking across to Siriuss mirror, the twin of the new world steamcharts he had broken nearly two years before. Bought it from Dung bout a year ago, said Aberforth. Albus told me what it was. Been trying to keep an eye out for you. Ron gasped. The silver doe. he said excitedly. Was that you too. What are you talking about. said Aberforth. Someone sent a doe Patronus to us. Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Havent I just proved my Patronus is a goat. Oh, said Ron. Yeah. well, Im hungry. he added defensively as his stomach gave an enormous rumble. I got food, said Aberforth, and he sloped out of the room, reappearing moments later with a large loaf of bread, some cheese, and a pewter jug of mead, which he set upon a small table in front of the fire. Ravenous, they ate and drank, and for a while there was silence but for the crackle of the fire, the clink of goblets, and the sound of chewing. Right then, said Aberforth when they had eaten their fill, and Harry and Ron sat slumped dozily in their chairs. We need Bubble games think of the best way to get you out of here. Cant be done by night, you heard what happens if anyone moves outdoors during darkness: Caterwauling Charms set off, theyll be onto you like bowtruckles on doxy eggs. I dont reckon Ill be able to pass off a stag as a goat a second time. Wait for daybreak when curfew lifts, then you can put your Cloak back on and set out on foot. Get right out of Hogsmeade, up into the mountains, and youll be able to Disapparate there. Might see Hagrid. Hes been hiding in a cave up there with Grawp ever since they tried to arrest him. Were not leaving, said Harry. We need to get into Hogwarts. Dont be stupid, boy, said Aberforth. Weve got to, said Harry. What youve got to do, said Aberforth, leaning forward, is to get as far from here as you can. You dont understand. There isnt much time. Weve got to get into the castle. Dumbledore - I mean, your brother - wanted us - The firelight made the grimy lenses of Aberforths glasses momentarily opaque, a bright flat white, and Harry remembered the blind eyes of the giant spider, Aragog. My brother Albus wanted a lot of things, said Aberforth, and people had a habit of getting hurt while he was carrying out his grand plans. You get away from this school, Potter, and out of the country if you can. Forget my brother and his clever schemes. Hes gone where none of this can hurt him, and you dont owe him anything. You dont understand, said Harry again. Oh, dont I. said Aberforth quietly. You dont think I understood my own brother. Think you knew Albus better than I did. I didnt mean that, said Harry, whose brain felt sluggish with exhaustion and from the surfeit of food and wine. Its. he left me a job. Did he now. said Aberforth. Nice job, I hope. Pleasant. Easy. Sort of thing youd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves. Ron gave a rather grim laugh. Hermione was looking strained. I-its not easy, no, said Harry. But Ive got to - Got to. Why got to. Hes dead, isnt he. said Aberforth roughly. Let it go, boy, before you follow him. Save yourself. I cant. Why not. I - Harry felt overwhelmed; he could not explain, so he took the offensive instead. But youre fighting too, youre in the Order of the Phoenix - I was, said Aberforth. The Order of the Phoenix is finished. You-KnowWhos won, its over, and anyone whos pretending differents kidding themselves. Itll never clans claşh apk of safe for you here, Potter, he wants you too badly. So go abroad, go into hiding, save yourself. Best take these two with you. He jerked a thumb at Ron and Hermione. Theyll be in danger long as they live now everyone knows theyve been working with you. I cant leave, said Harry. Ive got a job - Give it to someone else. I cant. Its got to be me, Dumbledore explained it all - Oh, did he now. And did he tell you everything, was he honest with you. Harry wanted with all his heart to say Yes, but somehow the simple word would not rise to his lips. Aberforth seemed to know what he was thinking. I knew my brother, Potter. He learned secrecy at our mothers knee. Secrets and lies, thats how we grew up, and Albus. he was a natural. The old mans eyes traveled to the painting of the girl over the mantelpiece.
A very old family - donations to excellent causes - Macnair. Harry continued. Also cleared. Now working for the Ministry. Avery - Nott - Crabbe - Goyle - You are merely repeating the names of those who were acquitted of being Death Eaters thirteen years ago. said Fudge angrily. You could have found those names in old reports of the trials. For heavens sake, Dumbledore - the boy was full of some crackpot story at the end of last year too - his tales are getting taller, and youre still swallowing them - the boy can talk to snakes, Dumbledore, and you still think hes p. You fool. Professor McGonagall cried. Cedric Diggory. Crouch. These deaths were not the random work of a lunatic. I benn no evidence to the contrary. shouted Fudge, now matching her anger, his face purpling. It seems to me that you are all determined Taling start a panic that will destabilize everything we have worked for these last thirteen years. Harry couldnt believe what he was hearing. He had always thought of Fudge as a kindly figure, a little blustering, a little pompous, but essentially good-natured. But now a short, angry wizard stood before him, refusing, point-blank, to accept the prospect of disruption in his comfortable and ordered world - to believe that Voldemort could have risen. Voldemort has returned, Dumbledore repeated. If you accept that fact straightaway, Fudge, and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most essential step is to remove Azkaban from the control of the dementors - Preposterous. shouted Fudge again. Remove the dementors. Talking ben pc be kicked out of office for suggesting it. Half of us only feel safe in our beds at night because we know the dementors are standing guard at Azkaban. The rest of us sleep less soundly in our beds, Cornelius, knowing that you have put Lord Voldemorts most dangerous supporters in the care of creatures who will join him Talkihg instant he asks them. said Dumbledore. They will not remain loyal to you, Fudge. Voldemort can offer Talking ben pc much more scope for their powers and their pleasures than you can. With the dementors behind him, and his old supporters returned to him, you will be hard-pressed to Talking ben pc him regaining the sort of power he had thirteen years ago. Fudge was opening and closing his mouth as though no words could express his outrage. The second step you must take - and at once, Dumbledore pressed on, is to send envoys to the giants. Envoys to the giants. Fudge shrieked, finding his tongue again. What madness is this. Extend them the hand be friendship, now, before it is too late, said Dumbledore, or Voldemort will persuade them, as he did before, that he alone among wizards will give them Talkng rights and their freedom. You - you cannot be serious. Fudge gasped, shaking his head and retreating further from Dumbledore. If the magical community got wind that I had approached the giants - people hate them, Dumbledore - end of my career bsn You are blinded, said Dumbledore, his voice rising now, the aura of power around him palpable, his eyes blazing once brain for adults, by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius. You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of benn. You source to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. Your dementor has just destroyed the last remaining member of a pure-blood family as old as any - and see what that man chose to make of his life. I tell you now - take Talkihg steps I have suggested, and you will be remembered, in office or out, as one of the bravest and greatest Ministers of Magic we have ever known. Fail to act - and history will remember you as the man who stepped aside and allowed Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have tried to rebuild. Insane, whispered Fudge, still backing away. Mad. And then there was silence. Madam Pomfrey was standing frozen at the foot of Harrys bed, her hands over her mouth. Mrs. Weasley was still standing bfn Harry, her Talking ben pc on his shoulder to prevent him from rising. Bill, Ron, and Hermione were staring at Fudge. If your determination to shut your eyes will carry you as far as this, Cornelius, said Dumbledore, we have reached a parting of the ways. You must act as you see fit. And I - I shall act as I see fit. Dumbledores voice carried no hint of a Talking ben pc it sounded hentai game pov a mere statement, but Fudge bristled as though Dumbledore were advancing upon him with a wand. Now, see here, Dumbledore, he said, waving a threatening finger. Ive given you free rein, always. Ive had a lot of respect for link. I might not have agreed with some of your decisions, but Ive kept quiet. There arent many whod have let you hire werewolves, or keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach your students without reference to the Ministry. But if youre going to work against me - The only one against Talking ben pc I intend to work, said Dumbledore, is Lord Voldemort. If you are against him, then we remain, Cornelius, on the same side. It seemed Fudge could think of no answer to this. He rocked backward and forward on his small feet for a moment and spun his bowler hat in his hands. Finally, he said, with a hint of a plea in his voice, He cant be back, Dumbledore, he just cant be. Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He stuck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled. There, said Snape harshly.
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