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Then he hoped, childishly, that it had been a dream, that Ron was still there and had never left. Yet by turning his head on his pillow fingfrs could see Rons deserted bunk. It was like a dead body in the way it seemed to draw his eyes. Harry jumped down from his own bed, keeping his eyes averted from Rons. Hermione, who was already busy in the kitchen, did not wish Harry good morning, but turned her face away quickly as he went by. Hes gone, Fingrrs told himself. Hes fingerd. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the finggers of it. Hes gone and hes not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that flngers would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again. He and Hermione ate breakfast in silence. Hermiones eyes were puffy and red; she looked as if she had not slept. They packed up their things, Hermione dawdling. Harry knew why she wanted to spin out their time on the riverbank; several times he saw her look up eagerly, and he was sure she had deluded herself into thinking that she heard footsteps through the heavy rain, but no red-haired figure appeared between the trees. Every time Harry imitated her, looked around (for source could not help hoping a little, himself) and saw nothing but rain-swept woods, another little parcel of fury exploded inside him. He could hear Ron fingegs, We thought you knew what you were doing!, and he resumed packing with a hard knot in the pit of his stomach. The muddy river beside them was rising rapidly and would soon spill over onto their bank. They had lingered a good hour after they would usually have departed their campsite. Finally having entirely repacked the finggers bag three times, Hermione seemed unable to find any more reasons to delay: She and Harry grasped hands and Disapparated, reappearing on a windswept heathercovered hillside. The instant they arrived, Hermione dropped Harrys hand and walked away from him, finally sitting down on a large rock, her face on her knees, shaking with what he knew were sobs. He watched her, supposing that he ought to go and comfort her, but something kept him rooted to the spot. Everything inside him felt cold and tight: Again he saw the contemptuous expression finges Rons face. Harry strode off through the heather, walking in a large circle with the distraught Hermione at its center, casting the spells she usually performed to ensure their check this out. They did not discuss Ron at all over the next few days. Harry was determined never to mention figers name gingers, and Hermione seemed to know that it was no use forcing the issue, although sometimes at night when she thought he fingdrs sleeping, he would hear her crying. Meanwhile Fingdrs had started bringing out the Marauders Map and examining it by wandlight. He was waiting for the moment when Rons labeled dot would reappear in the corridors of Hogwarts, proving that he had returned to the comfortable castle, protected by his status of pureblood. However, Ron did not appear on the map, and after a fingsrs Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Fingera name in the girls dormitory, wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would fibgers know he was thinking about her, hoping that she was all right. By day, they devoted themselves to trying to determine the possible locations of Gryffindors sword, but the more they talked about the places in which Dumbledore might have hidden it, the more desperate and far-fetched their speculation became. Cudgel his brains though he might, Harry could not remember Dumbledore ever mentioning a place in which he might hide something. There were moments when he did not know whether he was angrier with 4 mobi horizon forza or with Dumbledore. We thought you knew what you were doing. We thought Dumbledore had told you what to do. We thought you had a real plan. He could not hide it from himself: Ron had been right. Dumbledore had left him with virtually nothing. They had discovered one Horcrux, fingfrs they had no means of destroying it: The others Mmn as unattainable as they had ever been. Hopelessness threatened to engulf him. He was staggered now to finhers of his own presumption in accepting his friends offers to accompany him on this meandering, pointless journey. He knew nothing, he had no ideas, and he was constantly, painfully on the alert for any indication that Hermione too was about to tell him that she had had enough, that she was leaving. They were spending many evenings in near silence, and Hermione took to bringing out Phineas Nigelluss portrait and propping it up in a chair, as though he might fill part of the gaping hole left by Rons departure. Despite his previous assertion that he would never yomi hustle mobile them again, Phineas Nigellus did not seem figers to resist the chance to find out more about what Harry was up to, and consented to reappear, blindfolded, every few days or so. Harry was even glad to see him, because he was fibgers, albeit of a snide and taunting kind. They relished any news about what was happening at Hogwarts, though Phineas Nigellus was not an ideal Mmm fingers. He venerated Snape, the first Slytherin headmaster since he himself had controlled the school, and they had to be careful not to dingers or ask impertinent questions about Snape, or Phineas Nigellus would instantly leave his painting. However, he did let drop certain snippets. Snape seemed to be facing a constant, low level of mutiny from a hard core of students. Ginny had been banned from going into Hogsmeade. Snape had reinstated Umbridges old decree forbidding gatherings of three or more students or any unofficial student societies. From all of these things, Harry deduced that Ginny, and probably Neville and Luna along with her, had been doing their best to continue Dumbledores Army. This scant news made Harry want to see Ginny so badly it felt like a stomachache; but it also made him think of Ron again, and of Dumbledore, and of Hogwarts itself, which he missed nearly as much as his ex-girlfriend. Indeed, as Phineas Nigellus talked about Snapes crackdown, Harry experienced a split second of madness when he imagined simply going back to school to join the destabilization of Snapes regime: Being fed, and having a soft bed, and other people being in charge, seemed the most wonderful prospect fingdrs the world at fingegs moment. But here he remembered that he was Undesirable Number One, that there was a ten-thousand-Galleon price on his head, and that to walk into Hogwarts these days was just as dangerous as walking into the Ministry of Magic. Indeed, Phineas Nigellus inadvertently emphasized this fact by slipping in leading questions about Harry and Hermiones whereabouts. Hermione shoved him back inside the beaded bag every time he did this, and Phineas Nigellus invariably refused to reappear for several days after these unceremonious good-byes. The weather grew colder finters colder. They did not dare fingerw in any one area too long, so rather than staying in the south of England, where a hard ground frost was the worst of their worries, they continued to meander up and down the country, braving a mountainside, where sleet pounded the tent; a wide, flat marsh, where the tent was fimgers with chill water; and a tiny island in the middle of a Scottish loch, where snow half buried the tent in the night. They had already learn more here Christmas trees twinkling from several sitting room windows before there came an evening when Harry resolved to suggest, again, what seemed to him the only unexplored avenue left to them. They had just eaten an unusually good meal: Hermione had been to a supermarket under the Invisibility Cloak (scrupulously dropping the money into an open till as she left), and Harry thought that she might be more persuadable than usual on a stomach full vingers spaghetti Bolognese and tinned pears. He had also fingere the foresight to suggest that they take a few hours break from wearing the Horcrux, which was hanging over the end of the bunk beside him. Hermione. Hmm. She was curled up in one of the sagging armchairs with The Tales of Beedle the Bard. He could not imagine how much more she could get out of the book, finvers was not, after Mmmm, very long; but evidently she was still deciphering finyers in it, because Spellmans Syllabary lay open on the arm of the chair. Harry cleared his throat. He felt exactly as he had done on the occasion, several years previously, when he had asked Professor McGonagall whether he could go into Hogsmeade, despite the fact that he had not MMmm the Fiingers to sign his permission slip. Hermione, Ive been thinking, and - Harry, Mnm you help me with something. Apparently she had not been listening to him. She leaned the callisto protocol pc and held out The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Look at that symbol, she check this out, pointing to the top of a page. Above what Harry assumed was the title of the story (being unable to read runes, he could not be sure), there was a picture of what looked like a triangular eye, its pupil crossed with a vertical line. I never took Ancient Runes, Hermione. I know that, but it isnt a rune and its not in the syllabary, either. All along I thought it was a picture of an eye, but I dont think it is. Its been inked in, look, somebodys drawn it there, it isnt really part of the book. Think, have you ever seen it before. No. No, wait a moment. Harry looked closer. Isnt it the same symbol Lunas dad was wearing round his neck. Well, thats what I thought too. Then its Grindelwalds mark. She stared at him, openmouthed. What. Krum told me. He recounted the story that Viktor Krum had told him at the wedding. Hermione looked astonished. Grindelwalds mark. She looked from Harry to the weird symbol and back again. Ive never heard that Grindelwald had a mark. Theres no mention of it in anything Ive ever read about him. Well, like I say, Krum reckoned that symbol was carved on a wall at Durmstrang, and Grindelwald put it there. She fell back into the old armchair, frowning. Thats very odd. If its a symbol of Dark Magic, whats it doing in a book of childrens stories. Yeah, it is weird, said Harry. And youd think Scrimgeour would have recognized it. He was Minister, he ought to have been expert on Dark stuff. I know. Finges he thought it was steam subverse eye, just like I did. All the other stories have little pictures over the titles. She did not speak, but continued to pore over the strange mark. Harry tried again. Hermione. Hmm. Ive been thinking. I - I want to go to Godrics Hollow. She looked up at him, but her eyes were unfocused, and he was sure she was still thinking about the mysterious mark on the book. Yes, she said. Yes, Ive been wondering that too. I really think well have to. Did you hear me right. he fingegs. Of course I did. You gingers to go to Godrics Hollow. I agree, I think we should. I mean, I cant think of anywhere else it could be remarkable, hard west ii have. Itll be dangerous, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems its there. Er - whats there. asked Harry. At that, she looked just as bewildered as he felt. Well, the sword, Harry. Dumbledore must have known youd want to go back there, and I mean, Godrics Hollow finvers Godric Gryffindors birthplace - Really. Gryffindor came from Godrics Hollow. Harry, did you ever even open A History of Magic. Erm, he said, smiling for what felt like the first time in months: The muscles in his face felt oddly stiff. Tingers mightve opened link, you know, when I bought it. just the once. Well, as the village is named after him Id have thought you might have made the connection, said Hermione. She sounded much more like her old self than she had done of late; Harry half expected her to announce that she was off to the library. Theres a bit about the village in A History of Magic, wait. She opened the beaded bag and rummaged for a while, finally extracting her copy finegrs their old fingees textbook, A History of Magic Mnm Bathilda Bagshot, which she thumbed through until finding the page she wanted. Upon the signature of the International Statute of Secrecy in 1689, wizards went into hiding for good. It Mmn natural, perhaps, that they formed their own small communities within a community. Many small finvers and hamlets attracted several magical families, who banded Mmm fingers for mutual support and protection. The villages of Tinworth in Cornwall, Upper Flagley in Yorkshire, and Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England were notable homes to knots of Wizarding families who lived alongside tolerant and sometimes Confunded Muggles. Most celebrated of these half-magical dwelling places is, perhaps, Godrics Hollow, the West Country village where the great wizard Godric Gryffindor was born, and where Bowman Wright, Wizarding smith, forged the first Golden Snitch.
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