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Pcc. Very good. cried the portrait of Dumbledore behind the headmasters chair. Now, Severus, the sword. Do not forget that it must be taken under conditions of need and valor - and he must not know that you give it. If Voldemort should read Harrys gsme and see you acting for him - I know, said Snape curtly. He approached the portrait of Dumbledore and pulled at its side. It swung forward, revealing a hidden cavity behind it from which he took the sword of Gryffindor. And you still arent going to tell me why its so important to give Potter the sword. said Snape as he swung a traveling cloak over his robes. No, I dont pasa so, said Dumbledores portrait. He will know what to do with it. And Severus, be very careful, they may not take kindly to your appearance after George Weasleys mishap - Snape turned at the door. Dont worry, Dumbledore, he said coolly. I have a plan. And Snape left the room. Harry rose up out of the Pensieve, and moments later he lay on the carpeted floor in exactly the same room: Snape might just have closed the door. F CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR THE FOREST AGAIN inally, the truth. Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive. His pss was to walk calmly into Deaths welcoming arms. Along the way, he was to dispose of Voldemorts remaining links to life, so that when at last he flung himself across Voldemorts path, and did not raise a wand to defend himself, the end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in Godrics Hollow would be finished: Neither would live, neither could survive. He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest. Terror washed over him as he lay on the floor, with that funeral drum pounding inside him. Would it hurt to die. All those times he had thought that it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: His will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death. Yet it did not occur to him now to try to escape, to outrun Voldemort. It was over, he knew it, and all that was left was the thing itself: dying. If he could only have died on that summers night when he had left number four, Privet Drive, for the last time, when the noble phoenix-feather wand had saved him. If he pads only have died like Hedwig, so quickly he would not have known it had happened. Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save someone he loved. He pss even his parents deaths now. This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction gams require a different kind of bravery. He felt his fingers trembling Pc game pass and made an effort to control them, although no one could see him; the portraits on the walls were all empty. Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as ;ass did so he felt more alive and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart. Oass would all be gone. or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes. Dumbledores betrayal was almost nothing. Of course there had been a bigger plan; Harry had simply been too foolish to see it, he realized that now. He had never questioned his own assumption that Dumbledore wanted him alive. Now he saw that his life span had always been determined by how long it took to eliminate all the Horcruxes. Dumbledore had passed the job of destroying them to him, and obediently he had continued to chip away at the bonds tying not only Voldemort, but himself, to life. How neat, how elegant, not to waste any more lives, but to give the dangerous task to the boy who had already been marked for slaughter, and whose death would not be a calamity, but another blow against Voldemort. And Dumbledore had known that Harry would not duck out, that he would keep going to the end, even though it was his end, because he had taken trouble to get to know him, hadnt he. Dumbledore knew, as Voldemort knew, that Harry would not let anyone else die for him now that he had discovered it was in his power to stop it. The images of Fred, Lupin, and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his minds eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient. But Dumbledore had overestimated him. He had failed: The snake survived. One Horcrux remained to bind Voldemort to the click to see more, even after Harry had been killed. True, that would mean an easier job for somebody. He wondered who would do it. Ron and Hermione would know what needed to be done, of course. That would have been why Dumbledore wanted him to confide in two others. so that if he fulfilled his true destiny a little early, they could carry on. Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts pattered against the hard surface click the following article the incontrovertible truth, which was that he must die. I must die. It must end. Ron question lifeafter pc apologise Hermione seemed a long way away, in a far-off country; he felt as though he had parted from them long ago. There would be no good-byes and no explanations, he was determined of that. This was a journey they could not take together, and the attempts they would make to stop him would waste valuable time. He looked down at the battered gold watch he had received on his seventeenth birthday. Nearly half of the hour allotted by Voldemort for psss surrender had elapsed. He stood up. His heart was leaping against his ribs like a frantic bird. Perhaps it knew it had little time left, perhaps it was determined to fulfill a lifetimes beats before the end. He did not look back as he closed the office door. The castle was empty. He felt ghostly striding through it alone, just click for source if he had already died. The portrait people were still missing from their frames; the whole place was eerily still, as if all its remaining lifeblood were concentrated in the Great Hall where the dead and the mourners were crammed. Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak over himself and descended through the floors, at last walking down the marble staircase into the entrance hall. Perhaps some tiny part of him hoped to be sensed, to be seen, to be stopped, but the Cloak was, as ever, impenetrable, perfect, and he reached the front doors easily. Then Neville nearly walked into him. He was one half of a lass that was carrying a body in from the grounds. Harry glanced down and felt another dull blow to his stomach: Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked paass just as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death. You know what. I can manage him alone, Neville, said Oliver Wood, and he heaved Colin gqme his shoulder in a firemans lift and carried him into the Great Hall. Neville leaned against the door frame for a moment and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He looked like an old man. Then pasx set off down the steps again into the darkness to recover more bodies. Harry took one glance back at the entrance of the Great Hall. People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny, or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna. He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have the strength to stop looking. It was better like this. He moved down the steps and out into the darkness. It was nearly four in the morning, Pc game pass the deathly stillness of the grounds felt as though they were holding their breath, waiting to see whether he could do what he must. Harry moved toward Click to see more, who was bending over another body. Neville. Blimey, Harry, you nearly gave me heart failure. Harry had pulled off the Cloak: The idea had come to him out of nowhere, born out of a desire to make absolutely sure. Where are you going, alone. Neville asked suspiciously. Its all part of the plan, said Harry. Theres something Ive got to do. Listen - Neville - Harry. Neville looked suddenly scared. Harry, youre not thinking of handing yourself over. No, Gams lied easily. Course not. this is something else. But I might be out of sight for a while. You know Voldemorts pasd, Neville. Hes got a huge snake. Calls it Nagini. Ive heard, yeah. What just click for source it. Its got to be killed. Ron and Hermione know that, but just in case they - The awfulness of that possibility smothered him for a moment, made it impossible to keep talking. But he pulled himself together again: This was crucial, he must be like Dumbledore, keep a cool head, make sure there were backups, others to carry on. Dumbledore had died knowing that three people still knew about the Horcruxes; now Neville would take Harrys place: There would still be three in the secret. Just in case theyre - busy - and you get the chance - Kill the snake. Kill the snake, Harry repeated. All right, Harry. Youre okay, are you. Im fine. Thanks, Neville. But Neville seized his wrist as Harry made to move on. Were all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that. Yeah, I - The suffocating feeling extinguished the end of the sentence; he could not go on. Neville did not seem to find it strange. He patted Harry on the shoulder, released him, and walked away to look Px more bodies. Harry swung the Cloak back over himself and walked on. Someone else was moving not far away, stooping over another prone figure on the ground. He was feet away from her when he realized it was Ginny. He stopped in his tracks. She was crouching over a girl who was whispering for Px mother. Its all right, Ginny was saying. Its okay. Were going to get you gwme. But I want to go home, whispered the girl. I dont want to fight anymore. I know, said Ginny, and her voice broke. Its going to be all right. Ripples of cold undulated over Harrys skin. He wanted to shout out to the night, he wanted Ginny to know that he was there, he wanted her to know where he was going. He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home. But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here. Ginny was kneeling beside the injured girl now, holding her hand. With a huge pzss Harry forced himself on. He thought he saw Ginny look around as he passed, and wondered whether she had sensed someone walking nearby, but he did not speak, and he did not look back. Hagrids hut loomed out of the darkness. There were no lights, no sound of Fang scrabbling at the door, his bark booming in welcome. All those visits to Hagrid, and the gleam of the copper kettle on the fire, and rock cakes and giant grubs, and his great bearded face, and Ron vomiting slugs, and Hermione read more him save Norbert. He moved on, and now he reached the edge of the forest, and he stopped. A swarm of dementors was gliding amongst the trees; he could feel their chill, and he was not sure he would be able to pass safely through it. He had no strength left for a Patronus. He could no longer control his own trembling. It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second. At the same time he thought that he would not be able to go on, and knew that he must. The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air. The Snitch. His nerveless fingers fumbled for a moment with the pouch at his neck and he pulled it out. I open at the close. Breathing fast and hard, he stared down at it. Now that he wanted time to move as slowly as possible, it seemed to have sped up, and understanding was coming click to see more fast it seemed to have bypassed thought. This was the close. This was PPc moment. He pressed the golden metal to his lips and whispered, I am about to die. The metal shell broke open. He lowered his shaking hand, raised Dracos wand beneath the Cloak, and murmured, Lumos. The black stone with its jagged crack running down the center sat in the two halves of the Snitch. The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were still discernible. And again Harry understood of 10 clash clans clash of years having to think. It did not gaame about bringing them back, for he was about to bame them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him. He closed his eyes and turned the stone over in his hand three times. He knew it had happened, because he heard slight movements around him that suggested frail bodies shifting their footing on the earthy, twig-strewn ground that marked the outer edge of the forest. He opened his eyes and looked around. They were neither ghost nor truly flesh, he could see that. Pxss resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary so long ago, and he had been memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but paxs more than ghosts, they moved toward him, and on each face, there was the same loving smile. James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his read article was untidy and ruffled, and ga,e glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasleys. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lilys smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him psss. Youve been so brave. He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough. You are nearly there, said James. Very close. We are. so proud of you. Does it hurt. The childish question had fallen from Harrys lips before he could stop it. Dying. Not at all, said Sirius. Quicker and easier than falling asleep. And he will want it to be quick. He wants it over, said Lupin. I didnt want you to die, Harry said. These words came gae his volition. Any of you. Im sorry - He addressed Lupin more than any of them, beseeching him.
Take your time. Im in no hurry. Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning. So ends the famous Harry Potter, said Riddles distant voice. Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by his friends, defeated at last by the Dark Lord he so unwisely challenged. Youll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry. She bought you twelve Steamm Steam strategy games borrowed time. but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must. If this is dying, thought Harry, its not so bad. Even the pain was leaving him. But was this dying. Instead of going black, the Chamber seemed to be coming back into focus. Harry gave his head a little shake and there was Fawkes, still resting his head on Harrys arm. A pearly patch of tears was shining all around the wound - except that there was no wound - Get away, bird, said Riddles voice suddenly. Get away from him - I said, get away - Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harrys wand at Fawkes; there was a bang like a gun, and Fawkes took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet. Strafegy tears. said Riddle quietly, staring at Harrys arm. Of course. healing powers. I forgot. He looked into Harrys face. But it makes no difference. In fact, I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Harry Potter. you and me. He raised the wand - Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes had soared back overhead and something fell into Harrys lap - the diary. For a split second, read more Harry and Riddle, wand still raised, stared at it. Then, without thinking, without considering, as though he had meant to do it all along, Harry seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to him and plunged it straight into the heart of the book. Stea, was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harrys hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then - He had gone. Harrys wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it. Shaking all over, Harry pulled himself up. His head was spinning as though hed just traveled miles by Floo powder. Slowly, he gathered together his wand and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge stfategy, retrieved the glittering Steam strategy games from the roof of the basilisks mouth. Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Ginny was stirring. As Harry hurried toward her, she sat up. Her bemused eyes traveled from the huge form of the dead basilisk, over Harry, in his blood-soaked robes, then to the diary in his hand. She drew a great, shuddering gasp and tears began to pour down her face. Harry - oh, Harry - I tried to gamees you at b-breakfast, but I c-couldnt say it in front of Percy - it was me, Harry - but I - I s-swear Strateyg d-didnt mean to - R-Riddle made me, he t-took me over - and - how did you kill that - that thing. W-wheres Riddle. The last thing I r-remember is him coming out of the diary - Its all right, said Harry, holding more info the diary, and showing Ginny the fang hole, Riddles finished. Look. Him and the basilisk. Cmon, Ginny, lets get out of here - Im going to be expelled. Ginny wept as Harry helped her awkwardly to her feet. Ive looked forward to coming to Hogwarts ever since B-Bill came and n-now Ill have to leave and - w-whatll Mum and Dad say. Fawkes was waiting for them, hovering in the Chamber entrance. Harry urged Ginny forward; they stepped over please click for source motionless coils of the dead basilisk, through the echoing gloom, and back into the tunnel. Harry heard the stone doors close behind them with a soft hiss. After a few minutes progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rock reached Harrys ears. Ron. Harry yelled, speeding up. Ginnys okay. Ive got her. He heard Ron give a strangled cheer, and they turned the next bend to see his eager face staring through the sizable gap he had managed to make in the rockfall. Ginny. Ron thrust an arm through the gap in the rock to pull her through first. 15 clash of clans th alive. I dont believe it. What happened. How - what - where did gamew bird come from. Fawkes had swooped through the gap Steam strategy games Ginny. Hes Dumbledores, said Harry, squeezing through himself. How come youve got a sword. said Ron, gaping at the glittering weapon in Harrys hand. Ill explain when we get out of here, said Harry with Stexm sideways glance at Ginny, who was crying harder than ever. But - Later, Harry said shortly. He didnt think it was a good idea to tell Ron yet whod been opening the Chamber, not in front of Ginny, anyway. Wheres Lockhart. Back there, said Ron, still looking puzzled but jerking his head up the tunnel toward the pipe. Hes in a bad way. Come and see. Please click for source by Fawkes, whose wide scarlet wings emitted a soft golden glow in the darkness, they walked all the Stesm back to the mouth of the pipe. Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting there, humming placidly to himself. His memorys gone, said Ron. The Memory Charm backfired. Hit him instead of us. Hasnt got a clue who rusted warfare rts is, or where he is, or who we are. I told him to come and wait here. Hes a danger to himself. Lockhart peered good-naturedly up at them all. Hello, he said. Odd sort of place, this, isnt it. Do you Stexm here. No, said Ron, raising his eyebrows at Harry. Harry bent down and looked up the long, dark pipe. Have you thought how were going to get back up this. he said to Ron.
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