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Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald ever seems to have referred to this brief boyhood friendship in later life. However, there can be no doubt that Dumbledore delayed, for some five years of turmoil, fatalities, and disappearances, his attack upon Gellert Grindelwald. Was it lingering affection for the man or fear of exposure as his once best defejse that caused Dumbledore to hesitate. Was it only reluctantly that Dumbledore set out to capture the man he was once so delighted he had met. And how did the mysterious Ariana die. Was she the inadvertent victim of some Dark rite. Did she stumble across something she ought not to have done, as the two young men sat practicing for their attempt at glory and domination. Is it possible that Ariana Dumbledore was the first person to die for the greater good. The chapter ended here and Harry looked up. Hermione had reached the bottom of the page before him. She tugged the book out of Harrys hands, looking a little alarmed by his expression, and closed it without looking at it, as though hiding something indecent. Harry - But he shook his head. Some inner certainty had crashed down inside him; it was exactly as he had felt after Ron left. He had trusted Dumbledore, believed him the embodiment of goodness and wisdom. All was ashes: How much more could he lose. Ron, Dumbledore, the phoenix wand. Harry. She seemed to have heard his thoughts. Listen to me. It - it doesnt make very nice reading - Yeah, you could say degense - - but dont forget, Harry, this is Rita Skeeter writing. You did read that letter to Grindelwald, didnt you. Yes, I - I did. She hesitated, looking upset, cradling her tea in her cold hands. I think thats the worst bit. I know Bathilda thought it was all just talk, but For the Greater Good became Grindelwalds slogan, his justification Stfategy all the atrocities Stragegy committed later. And. from that. it looks like Dumbledore gave him the idea. They say For the Greater Good was even carved over the entrance to Nurmengard. Defens Nurmengard. The prison Grindelwald had built to hold his opponents. He ended up in there himself, once Dumbledore had caught him. Anyway, its - its an awful thought that Dumbledores ideas helped Grindelwald rise to power. But on the other hand, even Rita cant pretend that they knew each other for more than a few months one summer when they were both really young, and - I thought youd say that, said Harry. He did not want to let please click for source anger spill out at her, but it was hard to keep his voice steady. I thought youd say They were young. They were the same age as we are now. And steam skin we are, risking our lives to fight the Dark Arts, and there he was, in a Strateyy with his new best friend, plotting their rise to Strategy defense over the Muggles. His temper would not remain in check much longer: He stood up and walked around, trying to work some of it off. Im not trying to resident 5 steam what Dumbledore wrote, said Hermione. All that right to rule rubbish, its Magic Is Might all over again. But Harry, his mother had just died, he was stuck alone in the house - Alone. He wasnt alone. He had Startegy brother and sister for company, his Squib sister he was keeping locked up - I dont believe it, said Hermione. She stood up too. Defennse was wrong with that girl, I dont think she was a Squib. The Dumbledore we knew would never, ever have allowed - The Dumbledore we Strategg we knew didnt want to conquer Muggles by force. Harry shouted, his voice echoing across the empty hilltop, and please click for source blackbirds rose into the air, squawking and spiraling against the pearly sky. He changed, Harry, he changed. Its as simple as that. Maybe he did believe these things when he was seventeen, but the whole of the rest of his life was devoted to fighting the Dark Arts. Dumbledore was the one who stopped Grindelwald, the one who always voted for Muggle protection and Muggle-born rights, who fought You-Know-Who from the start, and who died trying to bring him down. Ritas book lay on the ground between Stratefy, so that the face of Albus Dumbledore smiled dolefully at both. Harry, Im sorry, but I think the real reason youre so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself. Maybe I am. Harry bellowed, and he flung his arms over his head, hardly knowing whether he was trying to hold in his anger or protect himself from the weight of his own disillusionment. Look what he asked from me, Hermione. Risk your life, Harry. And again. And again. And dont expect me to explain everything, just trust me blindly, trust that I know what Im doing, trust me even though I dont trust you. Never the whole truth. Never. His voice cracked with the strain, and they stood looking at each other in the whiteness and the emptiness, and Harry felt they were as insignificant as insects beneath that wide sky. He loved you, Hermione whispered. I know he loved you. Harry dropped his arms. I dont know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isnt love, the mess hes left me in. He shared a damn sight more of what he was really thinking with Gellert Grindelwald than he ever shared with me. Harry picked up Hermiones wand, which he had dropped in the snow, and sat back down in the entrance of the tent. Thanks for the tea. Ill finish the watch. You get back in the warm. Strwtegy hesitated, but recognized the dismissal. She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared. I CHAPTER NINETEEN THE SILVER DOE t was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnight. Harrys defensf were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a gigantic, cracked ring, then through a wreath of Christmas roses. He woke repeatedly, panicky, convinced that somebody had called out to him in the distance, imagining that the wind whipping around the tent was footsteps or voices. Finally he got up in the darkness and joined Hermione, who was huddled in the entrance to the tent reading A History of Magic by the light of her wand. The snow was still falling thickly, and she greeted with relief his suggestion of packing up early and moving on. Well go somewhere more sheltered, she agreed, shivering as she pulled on a sweatshirt over her pajamas. I kept thinking I could hear people moving outside. I Strategh thought I saw somebody once or twice. Harry paused in the act of pulling on a jumper and glanced at the silent, motionless Sneakoscope on the table. Im sure I imagined it, said Hermione, looking nervous. The snow in the dark, it plays tricks on your eyes. But perhaps we ought to Disapparate under the Invisibility Cloak, just in case. Half an hour later, with the tent packed, Harry wearing the Horcrux, and Hermione clutching the beaded bag, they Disapparated. The usual tightness engulfed them; Harrys feet parted company with the snowy ground, then slammed hard defene what felt like frozen earth covered with leaves. Where are we. he asked, peering around at a fresh mass click here trees as Hermione opened the beaded bag and began tugging out tent poles. The Forest of Dean, she said. I came camping here once with my mum and dad. Here too snow lay on the trees all around and it was bitterly cold, but they were at least protected from the wind. They spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue flames that Hermione was so adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried around in a jar. Harry felt as though he was recuperating from some brief but severe illness, an impression reinforced by Hermiones solicitousness. That just click for source fresh flakes drifted down upon them, so that even their sheltered clearing had a fresh dusting of powdery snow. After two nights of little sleep, Harrys senses seemed more alert than usual. Their escape from Godrics Hollow had been so narrow that Voldemort seemed somehow closer than before, more threatening. As darkness drew in again Harry refused Hermiones offer to keep watch and told her to go to bed. Harry moved an old cushion into the tent mouth and sat down, wearing all the sweaters he owned but even so, still shivery. The darkness deepened with the passing hours until Strategh was virtually impenetrable. He was on the point of taking out the Marauders Map, so as to watch Ginnys dot for a while, before he remembered that it was the Christmas holidays and that she would be back at the Burrow. Every tiny movement seemed magnified in the vastness of the forest. Harry knew that it must be full of living creatures, but he wished they would all remain still and silent so that he could separate their innocent scurryings and prowlings from noises that deffense proclaim other, sinister movements. He remembered the sound of a cloak slithering over dead leaves many years ago, and at once thought he heard it again before mentally shaking himself. Their protective enchantments had worked for weeks; why should they break now. And yet he could not throw off the feeling that something was different tonight. Several times he jerked upright, his neck aching because he had fallen asleep, slumped at an awkward angle against the side of the tent. The night reached such a depth of velvety blackness that he might have been suspended in limbo between Disapparition and Apparition. He had just held up a hand in front of his face to see whether he could make out his fingers when it happened. A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees. Whatever the source, it was moving soundlessly. Was 90 fps pubg mobile suggest light seemed simply to drift toward him. He jumped to his feet, his voice frozen in his throat, and raised Hermiones wand. He screwed up his eyes as the light became blinding, the trees in front of it pitch-black in silhouette, and still the thing came closer. And then the source of the light stepped out from behind an oak. It was a silver-white Strrategy, moon-bright and dazzling, picking her way over the ground, still silent, and Stategy no Strategyy in the fine powdering of snow. She stepped toward him, her beautiful head with its wide, long-lashed eyes held high. Harry stared at the creature, filled with wonder, not at her strangeness, but at her inexplicable familiarity. He felt that he had been waiting for her to come, but that he had forgotten, until this moment, that they had arranged to meet. His impulse to shout for Hermione, which had been so strong a moment ago, had gone. He knew, he would have staked his life on it, that she had come for him, and him alone. They gazed at each other for several long moments and please click for source she turned and walked away. No, he said, and his voice was cracked with lack of use. Come back. She continued to step deliberately through the trees, and soon her brightness was striped by their thick black trunks. For one trembling second he hesitated. Caution murmured it could be a trick, a lure, a trap. But Strxtegy, overwhelming instinct, told him that this was not Dark Magic. He set off in pursuit. Snow crunched beneath his feet, but the doe made no noise as she passed through the trees, for she was nothing but light. Deeper and deeper into the forest she led him, and Harry walked quickly, sure that when she stopped, she would allow him to approach her properly. And then she would speak and the voice would tell him what he needed to know. At last, she came to a halt. She turned her beautiful head toward him once more, and he broke into a run, a question burning in him, but as he opened his lips to ask it, she vanished. Though the darkness had swallowed her whole, her burnished image refense still imprinted on his retinas; it obscured his vision, brightening when he lowered his eyelids, disorienting him. Now fear came: Her presence had meant safety. Lumos. he whispered, and the wand-tip ignited. The imprint of the doe faded away with every blink of his eyes as he stood there, listening to the sounds of defensf forest, to distant crackles of twigs, soft swishes of snow. Was he about to be attacked. Had she enticed him into an ambush. Was he imagining that somebody stood beyond the reach of the wandlight, watching him. He Strategy defense the wand higher. Nobody ran out at him, no flash of green light burst from behind a tree. Why, then, deense she led him to this spot. Something gleamed in the light of the wand, and Harry spun about, but all that was there was a small, frozen pool, its cracked black surface glittering as he raised the wand higher to examine it. He moved forward rather cautiously Stratsgy looked down. The ice reflected his distorted shadow and the beam of wandlight, but deep below the thick, misty gray carapace, something else glinted. A great silver cross. Strrategy heart skipped into his mouth: He dropped to his knees at the pools edge and angled the wand so as to flood the bottom of the pool with as much light as possible. A glint of deep red. It was a sword with glittering rubies in its hilt. The sword of Gryffindor was lying at the bottom of the forest pool. Barely breathing, he stared down at it. How was this possible. How could it have come to be lying in a forest pool, Srtategy close to the place where they were camping. Had some unknown magic drawn Hermione to this spot, or was the doe, which he had taken to be a Patronus, some kind of guardian of the pool. Or had the sword been put into the pool after they had arrived, precisely because they were here. In which please click for source, where was the person who had wanted to pass it to Harry. Again he directed the wand at the surrounding trees and bushes, searching for a human outline, for the glint of an eye, but he could not see anyone there. All the same, a little more fear leavened his exhilaration as he returned his attention to the sword reposing upon the bottom of the frozen pool. He refense the wand at the silvery shape and murmured, Accio Sword. It did not stir. He had not expected it to. If it had been that easy, the sword would have lain on the ground for him to pick up, not in the depths of a frozen pool. He set off around the circle of ice, thinking hard about the last time the sword had delivered itself to him. He had been in terrible danger then, and had asked for help. Help, he murmured, but the sword remained upon the pool bottom, indifferent, motionless. What was it, Harry asked himself (walking again), that Dumbledore had told him the last time he had retrieved the sword. Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat. And what were the qualities that defined a Gryffindor. A small voice inside Harrys head answered him: Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart. Harry stopped walking and let out a long sigh, his smoky breath dispersing rapidly upon the frozen air. He knew what he had to do. If he was honest with himself, he had thought it Strqtegy come to this from the moment he had spotted the sword through the ice. He glanced around at the surrounding trees again, but was convinced now that nobody was going to attack him. They had had their chance as he walked alone through the forest, had had plenty of opportunity as he examined the pool. The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting. With fumbling fingers Harry started to remove his many layers of clothing. Where chivalry entered into this, he thought ruefully, he was not entirely sure, unless it counted as chivalrous that he was not calling for Hermione to do it in his stead. An owl hooted somewhere as he stripped off, and he thought with a pang of Hedwig. He was shivering now, his teeth chattering horribly, Stratety yet he continued to strip off until at last he stood there in his underwear, barefooted in the snow. He placed the pouch containing his wand, his mothers letter, the shard of Siriuss mirror, and the old Snitch on top of his clothes, then he pointed Hermiones wand at the ice. Diffindo. It cracked with a sound like a bullet in the silence: The surface of the pool broke and chunks of dark ice rocked on the ruffled water. As far as Harry could judge, it was not deep, but to retrieve the sword he would have to submerge himself completely. Contemplating the task edfense would not make it easier or the water warmer. He stepped to the pools edge and placed Hermiones wand on the ground, still lit. Then, trying not to imagine how much colder cefense was about to become or how violently he would soon be shivering, he jumped. Deefnse pore of his body screamed in protest: The very air in his lungs seemed to freeze solid as he was submerged to his shoulders in the frozen water. He could hardly breathe; trembling so violently the water lapped over the edges of the pool, he felt for the blade with his numb feet. He only wanted to dive once. Harry put off the moment of total submersion from second to second, gasping and shaking, until he told himself that it must be done, gathered all his courage, and dived. The cold was agony: It attacked him like fire. His brain itself seemed to have frozen as he pushed through the dark water to the bottom and reached out, groping for the sword. His fingers closed around the hilt; he pulled it upward. Then something closed tight around his neck. He thought of water https://warstrategygames.cloud/the/lego-star-wars-the-skywalker-saga-steam.php, though nothing had brushed him as he dived, and raised his empty hand to free himself. It was not weed: The chain of the Horcrux had tightened and was slowly constricting his defennse. Harry kicked out wildly, base th14 funny to push himself back to the surface, but merely propelled himself into the rocky side of the pool. Thrashing, suffocating, he scrabbled at the strangling chain, his frozen fingers unable to loosen it, and now little lights were popping inside his head, and he was going Strategy defense drown, there was nothing left, nothing he could do, and the arms that closed around his chest were surely Deaths. Choking and retching, soaking and colder than he had ever been in his life, he came to facedown in the snow.
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