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<s> 'We're coming with you, Harry,' said Neville. Harry still did not want to take them all with him, but it seemed he had no choice. He turned to face the door and walked forwards... just as it had in his dream, it swung open and he marched over the threshold, the others at his heels. They were standing in a large, circular room. Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling; identical, unmarked, handleless black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue; their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor made it look as though there was dark water underfoot. 'Someone shut the door,' Harry muttered. He regretted giving this order the moment Neville had obeyed it. Without the long chink of light from the torchlit corridor behind them, the place became so dark that for a moment the only things they could see were the bunches of shivering blue flames on the walls and their ghostly reflections in the floor. In his dream, Harry had always walked purposefully across this room to the door immediately opposite the entrance and walked on. But there were around a dozen doors here. Just as he was gazing ahead at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which was the right one, there was a great rumbling noise and the candles began to move sideways. The circular wall was rotating. For a few seconds, the blue flames around them were blurred to resemble neon lines as the wall sped around; then, quite as suddenly as it had started, the rumbling stopped and everything became stationary once again. Harry's eyes had blue streaks burned into them; it was all he could see. 'I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in through,' said Ginny in a hushed voice. Harry realised at once she was right: he could no sooner identify the exit door than locate an ant on the jet-black floor; and the door through which they needed to proceed could be any one of the dozen surrounding them. 'How're we going to get back out?' said Neville uncomfortably. 'I don't -'Harry began. He swallowed</s> | We're coming with you, Harry,' said Neville. Harry still did not want to take them all with him, but it seemed he had no choice. He turned to face the door and walked forwards... just as it had in his dream, it swung open and he marched over the threshold, the others at his heels. They were standing in a large, circular room. Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling; identical, unmarked, handleless black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue; their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor made it look as though there was dark water underfoot. 'Someone shut the door,' Harry muttered. He regretted giving this order the moment Neville had obeyed it. Without the long chink of light from the torchlit corridor behind them, the place became so dark that for a moment the only things they could see were the bunches of shivering blue flames on the walls and their ghostly reflections in the floor. In his dream, Harry had always walked purposefully across this room to the door immediately opposite the entrance and walked on. But there were around a dozen doors here. Just as he was gazing ahead at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which was the right one, there was a great rumbling noise and the candles began to move sideways. The circular wall was rotating. For a few seconds, the blue flames around them were blurred to resemble neon lines as the wall sped around; then, quite as suddenly as it had started, the rumbling stopped and everything became stationary once again. Harry's eyes had blue streaks burned into them; it was all he could see. 'I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in through,' said Ginny in a hushed voice. Harry realised at once she was right: he could no sooner identify the exit door than locate an ant on the jet-black floor; and the door through which they needed to proceed could be any one of the dozen surrounding them. 'How're we going to get back out?' said Neville uncomfortably. 'I don't -'Harry began. He swallowed</s> |
<s> 'In the dreams I went through the door at the end of the corridor from the lifts into a dark room - that's this one - and then I went through another door into a room that kind of... glitters. We should try a few doors,' he said hastily, 'I'll know the right way when I see it. C'mon.'</s> | In the dreams I went through the door at the end of the corridor from the lifts into a dark room - that's this one - and then I went through another door into a room that kind of... glitters. We should try a few doors,' he said hastily, 'I'll know the right way when I see it. C'mon.'</s> |
<s> He marched straight at the door now facing him, the others following close behind him, set his left hand against its cool, shining surface, raised his wand ready to strike the moment it opened, and pushed. It swung open easily. After the darkness of the first room, the lamps hanging low on golden chains from this ceiling gave the impression that this long rectangular room was much brighter, though there were no glittering, shimmering lights as Harry had seen in his dreams. The place was quite empty except for a few desks and, in the very middle of the room, an enormous glass tank of deep green liquid, big enough for all of them to swim in; a number of pearly-white objects were drifting around lazily in it. 'Dunno,' said Harry. 'Are they fish?' breathed Ginny. 'Aquavirius Maggots!' said Luna excitedly. She sounded odd. She moved forward to look through the side of the tank. They're brains.'</s> | marched straight at the door now facing him, the others following close behind him, set his left hand against its cool, shining surface, raised his wand ready to strike the moment it opened, and pushed. It swung open easily. After the darkness of the first room, the lamps hanging low on golden chains from this ceiling gave the impression that this long rectangular room was much brighter, though there were no glittering, shimmering lights as Harry had seen in his dreams. The place was quite empty except for a few desks and, in the very middle of the room, an enormous glass tank of deep green liquid, big enough for all of them to swim in; a number of pearly-white objects were drifting around lazily in it. 'Dunno,' said Harry. 'Are they fish?' breathed Ginny. 'Aquavirius Maggots!' said Luna excitedly. She sounded odd. She moved forward to look through the side of the tank. They're brains.'</s> |
<s> 'Brains?'</s> | Brains?'</s> |
<s> 'Yes... I wonder what they're doing with them?'</s> | Yes... I wonder what they're doing with them?'</s> |
<s> Harry joined her at the tank. Sure enough, there could be no mistake now he saw them at close quarters. Glimmering eerily, they drifted in and out of sight in the depths of the green liquid, looking something like slimy cauliflowers. 'Let's get out of here,' said Harry. Harry's heart sank; how big was this place? 'In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one,' he said. 'I think we should go back and try from there.'</s> | joined her at the tank. Sure enough, there could be no mistake now he saw them at close quarters. Glimmering eerily, they drifted in and out of sight in the depths of the green liquid, looking something like slimy cauliflowers. 'Let's get out of here,' said Harry. Harry's heart sank; how big was this place? 'In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one,' he said. 'I think we should go back and try from there.'</s> |
<s> So they hurried back into the dark, circular room; the ghostly shapes of the brains were now swimming before Harry's eyes instead of the blue candle flames. 'Flagrate!'</s> | they hurried back into the dark, circular room; the ghostly shapes of the brains were now swimming before Harry's eyes instead of the blue candle flames. 'Flagrate!'</s> |
<s> She drew with her wand in midair and a fiery 'X' appeared on the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than there was a great rumbling, and once again the wall began to revolve very fast, but now there was a great red-gold blur in amongst the faint blue and, when all became still again, the fiery cross still burned, showing the door they had already tried. 'Good thinking,' said Harry. 'OK, let's try this one - '</s> | drew with her wand in midair and a fiery 'X' appeared on the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than there was a great rumbling, and once again the wall began to revolve very fast, but now there was a great red-gold blur in amongst the faint blue and, when all became still again, the fiery cross still burned, showing the door they had already tried. 'Good thinking,' said Harry. 'OK, let's try this one - '</s> |
<s> Again, he strode directly at the door facing him and pushed it open, his wand still raised, the others at his heels. This room was larger than the last, dimly lit and rectangular, and the centre of it was sunken, forming a great stone pit some twenty feet deep. They were standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like an amphitheatre, or the courtroom in which Harry had been tried by the Wizengamot. Instead, of a chained chair, however, there was a raised stone dais in the centre of the pit, on which stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing. Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as though it had just been touched. 'Who's there?' said Harry, jumping down on to the bench below. There was no answering voice, but the veil continued to flutter and sway. Harry scrambled down the benches one by one until he reached the stone bottom of the sunken pit. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked slowly towards the dais. The pointed archway looked much taller from where he now stood than it had when he'd been looking down on it from above. Still the veil swayed gently, as though somebody had just passed through it. 'Sirius?' Harry spoke again, but more quietly now that he was nearer. He had the strangest feeling that there was someone standing right behind the veil on the other side of the archway. Gripping his wand very tightly, he edged around the dais, but there was nobody there; all that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil. This isn't right, Harry, come on, let's go.'</s> | , he strode directly at the door facing him and pushed it open, his wand still raised, the others at his heels. This room was larger than the last, dimly lit and rectangular, and the centre of it was sunken, forming a great stone pit some twenty feet deep. They were standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like an amphitheatre, or the courtroom in which Harry had been tried by the Wizengamot. Instead, of a chained chair, however, there was a raised stone dais in the centre of the pit, on which stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing. Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as though it had just been touched. 'Who's there?' said Harry, jumping down on to the bench below. There was no answering voice, but the veil continued to flutter and sway. Harry scrambled down the benches one by one until he reached the stone bottom of the sunken pit. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked slowly towards the dais. The pointed archway looked much taller from where he now stood than it had when he'd been looking down on it from above. Still the veil swayed gently, as though somebody had just passed through it. 'Sirius?' Harry spoke again, but more quietly now that he was nearer. He had the strangest feeling that there was someone standing right behind the veil on the other side of the archway. Gripping his wand very tightly, he edged around the dais, but there was nobody there; all that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil. This isn't right, Harry, come on, let's go.'</s> |
<s> She sounded scared, much more scared than she had in the room where the brains swam, yet Harry thought the archway had a kind of beauty about it, old though it was. The gently rippling veil intrigued him; he felt a very strong inclination to climb up on the dais and walk through it. Marry, lets go, OK? 'OK,' he said, but did not move. He had just heard something. There were faint whispering, murmuring noises coming from the other side of the veil. 'What are you saying?' he said, very loudly, so that his words echoed all around the stone benches. 'Someone's whispering behind there,' he said, moving out of her reach and continuing to frown at the veil. 'Can't anyone else hear it?' Harry demanded, for the whispering and murmuring was becoming louder; without really meaning to put it there, he found his foot was on the dais. 'I can hear them too,' breathed Luna, joining them around the side of the archway and gazing at the swaying veil. Harry, stop it, come away - '</s> | sounded scared, much more scared than she had in the room where the brains swam, yet Harry thought the archway had a kind of beauty about it, old though it was. The gently rippling veil intrigued him; he felt a very strong inclination to climb up on the dais and walk through it. Marry, lets go, OK? 'OK,' he said, but did not move. He had just heard something. There were faint whispering, murmuring noises coming from the other side of the veil. 'What are you saying?' he said, very loudly, so that his words echoed all around the stone benches. 'Someone's whispering behind there,' he said, moving out of her reach and continuing to frown at the veil. 'Can't anyone else hear it?' Harry demanded, for the whispering and murmuring was becoming louder; without really meaning to put it there, he found his foot was on the dais. 'I can hear them too,' breathed Luna, joining them around the side of the archway and gazing at the swaying veil. Harry, stop it, come away - '</s> |
<s> She grabbed his arm and pulled, but he resisted. 'Harry, we are supposed to be here for Sirius!' she said in a high-pitched, strained voice. 'Sirius,' Harry repeated, still gazing, mesmerised, at the continuously swaying veil. 'Yeah...'</s> | grabbed his arm and pulled, but he resisted. 'Harry, we are supposed to be here for Sirius!' she said in a high-pitched, strained voice. 'Sirius,' Harry repeated, still gazing, mesmerised, at the continuously swaying veil. 'Yeah...'</s> |
<s> Something finally slid back into place in his brain; Sirius, captured, bound and tortured, and he was staring at this archway... He took several paces back from the dais and wrenched his eyes from the veil. 'Let's go,' he said. On the other side, Ginny and Neville were staring, apparently entranced, at the veil too. 'I don't know, but whatever it was, it was dangerous,' she said firmly, again inscribing a fiery cross on the door. Once more, the wall span and became still again. Harry approached another door at random and pushed. It did not move. 'It's... locked...' said Harry, throwing his weight at the door, but it didn't budge. She pointed her wand at the place where a lock would have been on an ordinary door and said, 'Alohomora!'</s> | finally slid back into place in his brain; Sirius, captured, bound and tortured, and he was staring at this archway... He took several paces back from the dais and wrenched his eyes from the veil. 'Let's go,' he said. On the other side, Ginny and Neville were staring, apparently entranced, at the veil too. 'I don't know, but whatever it was, it was dangerous,' she said firmly, again inscribing a fiery cross on the door. Once more, the wall span and became still again. Harry approached another door at random and pushed. It did not move. 'It's... locked...' said Harry, throwing his weight at the door, but it didn't budge. She pointed her wand at the place where a lock would have been on an ordinary door and said, 'Alohomora!'</s> |
<s> Nothing happened. 'Sirius's knife!' said Harry. He pulled it out from inside his robes and slid it into the crack between the door and the wall. The others all watched eagerly as he ran it from top to bottom, withdrew it and then flung his shoulder again at the door. It remained as firmly shut as ever. What was more, when Harry looked down at the knife, he saw the blade had melted. 'You know what could be in there?' said Luna eagerly, as the wall started to spin yet again. The wall slid to a halt and Harry, with a feeling of increasing desperation, pushed the next door open. This is it!'</s> | happened. 'Sirius's knife!' said Harry. He pulled it out from inside his robes and slid it into the crack between the door and the wall. The others all watched eagerly as he ran it from top to bottom, withdrew it and then flung his shoulder again at the door. It remained as firmly shut as ever. What was more, when Harry looked down at the knife, he saw the blade had melted. 'You know what could be in there?' said Luna eagerly, as the wall started to spin yet again. The wall slid to a halt and Harry, with a feeling of increasing desperation, pushed the next door open. This is it!'</s> |
<s> He knew it at once by the beautiful, dancing, diamond-sparkling light. As Harry's eyes became accustomed to the brilliant glare, he saw clocks gleaming from every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage, hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that a busy, relentless ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. The source of the dancing, diamond-bright light was a towering crystal bell jar that stood at the far end of the room. 'This way!'</s> | knew it at once by the beautiful, dancing, diamond-sparkling light. As Harry's eyes became accustomed to the brilliant glare, he saw clocks gleaming from every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage, hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that a busy, relentless ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. The source of the dancing, diamond-bright light was a towering crystal bell jar that stood at the far end of the room. 'This way!'</s> |
<s> Harry's heart was pumping frantically now that he knew they were on the right track; he led the way down the narrow space between the lines of desks, heading, as he had done in his dream, for the source of the light, the crystal bell jar quite as tall as he was that stood on a desk and appeared to be full of a billowing, glittering wind. 'Oh, took!' said Ginny, as they drew nearer, pointing at the very heart of the bell jar. Drifting along in the sparkling current inside was a tiny, jewel-bright egg. As it rose in the jar, it cracked open and a hummingbird emerged, which was carried to the very top of the jar, but as it fell on the draught its feathers became bedraggled and damp again, and by the time it had been borne back to the bottom of the jar it had been enclosed once more in its egg. 'Keep going!' said Harry sharply, because Ginny showed signs of wanting to stop and watch the egg's progress back into a bird. 'You dawdled enough by that old arch!' she said crossly, but followed him past the bell jar to the only door behind it. This is it,' Harry said again, and his heart was now pumping so hard and fast he felt it must interfere with his speech, 'it's through here - '</s> | 's heart was pumping frantically now that he knew they were on the right track; he led the way down the narrow space between the lines of desks, heading, as he had done in his dream, for the source of the light, the crystal bell jar quite as tall as he was that stood on a desk and appeared to be full of a billowing, glittering wind. 'Oh, took!' said Ginny, as they drew nearer, pointing at the very heart of the bell jar. Drifting along in the sparkling current inside was a tiny, jewel-bright egg. As it rose in the jar, it cracked open and a hummingbird emerged, which was carried to the very top of the jar, but as it fell on the draught its feathers became bedraggled and damp again, and by the time it had been borne back to the bottom of the jar it had been enclosed once more in its egg. 'Keep going!' said Harry sharply, because Ginny showed signs of wanting to stop and watch the egg's progress back into a bird. 'You dawdled enough by that old arch!' she said crossly, but followed him past the bell jar to the only door behind it. This is it,' Harry said again, and his heart was now pumping so hard and fast he felt it must interfere with his speech, 'it's through here - '</s> |
<s> He glanced around at them all; they had their wands out and looked suddenly serious and anxious. He looked back at the door and pushed. It swung open. They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from more candle-brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold. Harry edged forward and peered down one of the shadowy aisles between two rows of shelves. He could not hear anything or see the slightest sign of movement. 'Yeah,' breathed Harry, looking up at the end of the closest row. Beneath the branch of blue-glowing candles protruding from it glimmered the silver figure fifty-three. 'Yes... that's fifty-four... '</s> | glanced around at them all; they had their wands out and looked suddenly serious and anxious. He looked back at the door and pushed. It swung open. They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from more candle-brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold. Harry edged forward and peered down one of the shadowy aisles between two rows of shelves. He could not hear anything or see the slightest sign of movement. 'Yeah,' breathed Harry, looking up at the end of the closest row. Beneath the branch of blue-glowing candles protruding from it glimmered the silver figure fifty-three. 'Yes... that's fifty-four... '</s> |
<s> 'Keep your wands ready,' Harry said softly. They crept forward, glancing behind them as they went on down the long alleys of shelves, the further ends of which were in near-total darkness. Tiny, yellowing labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelves. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown light bulbs. They passed row eighty-four... eighty-five... Harry was listening hard for the slightest sound of movement, but Sirius might be gagged now, or else unconscious... or, said an unbidden voice inside his head, he might already be dead... I'd have felt it, he told himself, his heart now hammering against his Adam's apple, I'd already know... They stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it. There was nobody there. 'He's right down at the end,' said Harry, whose mouth had become slightly dry. 'You can't see properly from here.'</s> | Keep your wands ready,' Harry said softly. They crept forward, glancing behind them as they went on down the long alleys of shelves, the further ends of which were in near-total darkness. Tiny, yellowing labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelves. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown light bulbs. They passed row eighty-four... eighty-five... Harry was listening hard for the slightest sound of movement, but Sirius might be gagged now, or else unconscious... or, said an unbidden voice inside his head, he might already be dead... I'd have felt it, he told himself, his heart now hammering against his Adam's apple, I'd already know... They stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it. There was nobody there. 'He's right down at the end,' said Harry, whose mouth had become slightly dry. 'You can't see properly from here.'</s> |
<s> And he led them between the towering rows of glass balls, some of which glowed softly as they passed... 'He should be near here,' whispered Harry, convinced that every step was going to bring the ragged form of Sirius into view on the darkened floor. 'Anywhere here... really close.. His mouth was very dry. 'Somewhere about... here...' he said. They had reached the end of the row and emerged into more dim candlelight, There was nobody there. All was echoing, dusty silence. 'He might be...' Harry whispered hoarsely, peering down the next alley. 'Or maybe...' He hurried to look down the one beyond that. 'What?' he snarled. 'I... I don't think Sirius is here.'</s> | he led them between the towering rows of glass balls, some of which glowed softly as they passed... 'He should be near here,' whispered Harry, convinced that every step was going to bring the ragged form of Sirius into view on the darkened floor. 'Anywhere here... really close.. His mouth was very dry. 'Somewhere about... here...' he said. They had reached the end of the row and emerged into more dim candlelight, There was nobody there. All was echoing, dusty silence. 'He might be...' Harry whispered hoarsely, peering down the next alley. 'Or maybe...' He hurried to look down the one beyond that. 'What?' he snarled. 'I... I don't think Sirius is here.'</s> |
<s> Nobody spoke. Harry did not want to look at any of them. He felt sick. He did not understand why Sirius was not here. He had to be here. This was where he, Harry, had seen him... He ran up the space at the end of the rows, staring down them. Empty aisle after empty aisle flickered past. He ran the other way, back past his staring companions. There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, nor any hint of a struggle... 'What?' said Harry, but eagerly this time - it had to be a sign that Sirius had been there, a clue. 'What?' Harry repeated glumly. Harry moved a little closer. 'My name?' said Harry blankly. He stepped forwards. In spidery writing was written a date of some sixteen years previously, and below that:</s> | ody spoke. Harry did not want to look at any of them. He felt sick. He did not understand why Sirius was not here. He had to be here. This was where he, Harry, had seen him... He ran up the space at the end of the rows, staring down them. Empty aisle after empty aisle flickered past. He ran the other way, back past his staring companions. There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, nor any hint of a struggle... 'What?' said Harry, but eagerly this time - it had to be a sign that Sirius had been there, a clue. 'What?' Harry repeated glumly. Harry moved a little closer. 'My name?' said Harry blankly. He stepped forwards. In spidery writing was written a date of some sixteen years previously, and below that:</s> |
<s> S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.</s> | .P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.</s> |
<s> Dark Lord</s> | Lord</s> |
<s> and (?)Harry Potter</s> | (?)Harry Potter</s> |
<s> Harry stared at it. 'What's your name doing down here?'</s> | stared at it. 'What's your name doing down here?'</s> |
<s> He glanced along at the other labels on that stretch of shelf. 'I'm not here,' he said, sounding perplexed. 'Why not?' he said. 'It's something to do with me, isn't it?'</s> | glanced along at the other labels on that stretch of shelf. 'I'm not here,' he said, sounding perplexed. 'Why not?' he said. 'It's something to do with me, isn't it?'</s> |
<s> 'Don't, Harry,' said Neville suddenly. Harry looked at him. Neville's round face was shining slightly with sweat. He looked as though he could not take much more suspense. 'It's got my name on,' said Harry. And feeling slightly reckless, he closed his fingers around the dusty ball's surface. He had expected it to feel cold, but it did not. On the contrary, it felt as though it had been lying in the sun for hours, as though the glow of light within was warming it. Expecting, even hoping, that something dramatic was going to happen, something exciting that might make their long and dangerous journey worth while after all, Harry lifted the glass ball down from its shelf and stared at it. Nothing whatsoever happened. The others moved in closer around Harry, gazing at the orb as he brushed it free of the clogging dust. And then, from right behind them, a drawling voice spoke. 'Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me.'</s> | Don't, Harry,' said Neville suddenly. Harry looked at him. Neville's round face was shining slightly with sweat. He looked as though he could not take much more suspense. 'It's got my name on,' said Harry. And feeling slightly reckless, he closed his fingers around the dusty ball's surface. He had expected it to feel cold, but it did not. On the contrary, it felt as though it had been lying in the sun for hours, as though the glow of light within was warming it. Expecting, even hoping, that something dramatic was going to happen, something exciting that might make their long and dangerous journey worth while after all, Harry lifted the glass ball down from its shelf and stared at it. Nothing whatsoever happened. The others moved in closer around Harry, gazing at the orb as he brushed it free of the clogging dust. And then, from right behind them, a drawling voice spoke. 'Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me.'</s> |
<s> Beyond the Veil</s> | ond the Veil</s> |
<s> Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts; Ginny gave a gasp of horror. 'To me, Potter,' repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up. Harry's insides plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one. 'To me,' said Malfoy yet again. 'Where's Sirius?' Harry said. Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly, The Dark Lord always knows!'</s> | shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts; Ginny gave a gasp of horror. 'To me, Potter,' repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up. Harry's insides plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one. 'To me,' said Malfoy yet again. 'Where's Sirius?' Harry said. Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly, The Dark Lord always knows!'</s> |
<s> 'Always,' echoed Malfoy softly. 'Now, give me the prophecy, Potter.'</s> | Always,' echoed Malfoy softly. 'Now, give me the prophecy, Potter.'</s> |
<s> 'I want to know where Sirius is!'</s> | I want to know where Sirius is!'</s> |
<s> 'I want to know where Sirius is!' mimicked the woman to his left. She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry's eyes. 'You've got him,' said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. 'He's here. I know he is.'</s> | I want to know where Sirius is!' mimicked the woman to his left. She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry's eyes. 'You've got him,' said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. 'He's here. I know he is.'</s> |
<s> 'The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,' said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. 'Don't do anything,' Harry muttered. 'Not yet - '</s> | The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,' said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. 'Don't do anything,' Harry muttered. 'Not yet - '</s> |
<s> The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter. 'You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!'</s> | woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter. 'You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!'</s> |
<s> 'Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,' said Malfoy softly. 'He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.'</s> | Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,' said Malfoy softly. 'He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.'</s> |
<s> 'I know Sirius is here,' said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. 'I know you've got him!'</s> | I know Sirius is here,' said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. 'I know you've got him!'</s> |
<s> More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all. 'It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,' said Malfoy. 'Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.'</s> | of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all. 'It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,' said Malfoy. 'Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.'</s> |
<s> 'Go on, then,' said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. The knot in Harry's stomach tightened. If Sirius really was not here, he had led his friends to their deaths for no reason at all... But the Death Eaters did not strike. 'Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,' said Malfoy coolly. It was Harry's turn to laugh. 'Yeah, right!' he said. 'I give you this - prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?'</s> | Go on, then,' said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. The knot in Harry's stomach tightened. If Sirius really was not here, he had led his friends to their deaths for no reason at all... But the Death Eaters did not strike. 'Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,' said Malfoy coolly. It was Harry's turn to laugh. 'Yeah, right!' he said. 'I give you this - prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?'</s> |
<s> The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked: 'Accio proph-</s> | words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked: 'Accio proph-</s> |
<s> Harry was just ready for her: he shouted 'Protego' before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it. 'Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter,' she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. 'Very well, then - '</s> | was just ready for her: he shouted 'Protego' before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it. 'Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter,' she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. 'Very well, then - '</s> |
<s> 'I TOLD YOU, NO!' Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. 'If you smash it -!'</s> | I TOLD YOU, NO!' Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. 'If you smash it -!'</s> |
<s> Harry's mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, to make sure none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity... The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow. 'You need more persuasion?' she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Very well - take the smallest one,' she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. 'Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it.'</s> | 's mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, to make sure none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity... The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow. 'You need more persuasion?' she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Very well - take the smallest one,' she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. 'Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it.'</s> |
<s> Harry felt the others close in around Ginny; he stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest. 'You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,' he told Bellatrix. 'I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?'</s> | felt the others close in around Ginny; he stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest. 'You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,' he told Bellatrix. 'I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?'</s> |
<s> She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth. 'So,' said Harry, 'what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?'</s> | did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth. 'So,' said Harry, 'what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?'</s> |
<s> He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville's arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking; he could feel one of the others' quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank. 'What kind of prophecy?' repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. 'You jest, Harry Potter.'</s> | could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville's arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking; he could feel one of the others' quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank. 'What kind of prophecy?' repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. 'You jest, Harry Potter.'</s> |
<s> 'Nope, not jesting,' said Harry, his eyes flicking from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. 'How come Voldemort wants it? Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses. 'You dare speak his name?' whispered Bellatrix. 'Yeah,' said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. 'Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol-</s> | Nope, not jesting,' said Harry, his eyes flicking from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. 'How come Voldemort wants it? Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses. 'You dare speak his name?' whispered Bellatrix. 'Yeah,' said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. 'Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol-</s> |
<s> 'Shut your mouth!' Bellatrix shrieked. 'You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare - '</s> | Shut your mouth!' Bellatrix shrieked. 'You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare - '</s> |
<s> 'Did you know he's a half-blood too?' said Harry recklessly. 'Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle - or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?'</s> | Did you know he's a half-blood too?' said Harry recklessly. 'Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle - or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?'</s> |
<s> 'STUPEF-'</s> | STUPEF-'</s> |
<s> 'NO!'</s> | NO!'</s> |
<s> A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it; his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered. Two figures, pearly-white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak; their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts. '... at the solstice will come a new...' said the figure of an old, bearded man. 'DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!'</s> | jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it; his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered. Two figures, pearly-white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak; their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts. '... at the solstice will come a new...' said the figure of an old, bearded man. 'DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!'</s> |
<s> 'He dared - he dares -'shrieked Bellatrix incoherently, 'he stands there - filthy half-blood - '</s> | He dared - he dares -'shrieked Bellatrix incoherently, 'he stands there - filthy half-blood - '</s> |
<s> 'WAIT UN'I'LL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!' bawled Malfoy. '... and none will come after...' said the figure of a young woman. The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Nothing remained of them or their erstwhile homes but fragments of glass upon the floor. They had, however, given Harry an idea. The problem was going to be conveying it to the others. 'You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over,' he said, playing for time. He moved his foot slowly sideways, feeling around for someone else's. 'Do not play games with us, Potter,' said Malfoy. 'I'm not playing games,' said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone's toes and pressed down upon them. 'What?' she whispered. 'Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?' Malfoy sneered. 'I - what?' said Harry. And for a moment he quite forgot his plan. 'Well, this explains why you didn't come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why - '</s> | WAIT UN'I'LL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!' bawled Malfoy. '... and none will come after...' said the figure of a young woman. The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Nothing remained of them or their erstwhile homes but fragments of glass upon the floor. They had, however, given Harry an idea. The problem was going to be conveying it to the others. 'You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over,' he said, playing for time. He moved his foot slowly sideways, feeling around for someone else's. 'Do not play games with us, Potter,' said Malfoy. 'I'm not playing games,' said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone's toes and pressed down upon them. 'What?' she whispered. 'Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?' Malfoy sneered. 'I - what?' said Harry. And for a moment he quite forgot his plan. 'Well, this explains why you didn't come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why - '</s> |
<s>'- when I say now - '</s> | - when I say now - '</s> |
<s>'- you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording...'</s> | - you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording...'</s> |
<s> 'Did he?' said Harry. 'So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?'</s> | Did he?' said Harry. 'So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?'</s> |
<s> 'Why?' Malfoy sounded incredulously delighted. 'Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others.o steal it for him.'</s> | Why?' Malfoy sounded incredulously delighted. 'Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others.o steal it for him.'</s> |
<s> 'And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?'</s> | And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?'</s> |
<s> 'About both of you, Potter, about both of you... haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?'</s> | About both of you, Potter, about both of you... haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?'</s> |
<s> Harry stared into the slitted eye-holes through which Malfoy's grey eyes were gleaming. Was this prophecy the reason Harry's parents had died, the reason he carried his lightning-bolt scar? Was the answer to all of this clutched in his hand? 'Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me?' he said quietly, gazing at Lucius Malfoy, his fingers tightening over the warm glass sphere in his hand. It was hardly larger than a Snitch and still gritty with dust. 'And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?'</s> | stared into the slitted eye-holes through which Malfoy's grey eyes were gleaming. Was this prophecy the reason Harry's parents had died, the reason he carried his lightning-bolt scar? Was the answer to all of this clutched in his hand? 'Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me?' he said quietly, gazing at Lucius Malfoy, his fingers tightening over the warm glass sphere in his hand. It was hardly larger than a Snitch and still gritty with dust. 'And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?'</s> |
<s> 'Get it himself?' shrieked Bellatrix, over a cackle of mad laughter. The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?'</s> | Get it himself?' shrieked Bellatrix, over a cackle of mad laughter. The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?'</s> |
<s> 'So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?' said Harry. 'Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it - and Bode?'</s> | So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?' said Harry. 'Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it - and Bode?'</s> |
<s> 'Very good, Potter, very good...' said Malfoy slowly. 'But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell-</s> | Very good, Potter, very good...' said Malfoy slowly. 'But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell-</s> |
<s> 'NOW!' yelled Harry. Five different voices behind him bellowed, 'REDUCTO!' Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit; the towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor - '</s> | NOW!' yelled Harry. Five different voices behind him bellowed, 'REDUCTO!' Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit; the towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor - '</s> |
<s> 'RUN!' Harry yelled, as the shelves swayed precariously and more glass spheres began to fall from above. 'Where - where are the others?' gasped Harry. 'Listen!' whispered Neville. Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed; Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and heard Lucius Malfoy roar, 'Leave Nott, leave him, I say - his injuries will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing that prophecy. Jugson, come back here, we need to organise! 'Well, we don't stand here waiting for them to find us, for a start,' said Harry. 'Let's get away from this door.'</s> | RUN!' Harry yelled, as the shelves swayed precariously and more glass spheres began to fall from above. 'Where - where are the others?' gasped Harry. 'Listen!' whispered Neville. Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed; Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and heard Lucius Malfoy roar, 'Leave Nott, leave him, I say - his injuries will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing that prophecy. Jugson, come back here, we need to organise! 'Well, we don't stand here waiting for them to find us, for a start,' said Harry. 'Let's get away from this door.'</s> |
<s> They ran as quietly as they could, past the shimmering bell jar where the tiny egg was hatching and unhatching, towards the exit into the circular hallway at the far end of the room. 'Stand aside!' said a rough voice. They could see the bottom of the two Death Eaters' robes drawing nearer, their feet moving rapidly. They might've run straight through to the hall,' said the rough voice. 'Check under the desks,' said another. 'Avada -'</s> | ran as quietly as they could, past the shimmering bell jar where the tiny egg was hatching and unhatching, towards the exit into the circular hallway at the far end of the room. 'Stand aside!' said a rough voice. They could see the bottom of the two Death Eaters' robes drawing nearer, their feet moving rapidly. They might've run straight through to the hall,' said the rough voice. 'Check under the desks,' said another. 'Avada -'</s> |
<s> Harry launched himself across the floor and grabbed the Death Eater around the knees, causing him to topple and his aim to go awry. Neville overturned a desk in his anxiety to help; and pointing his wand wildly at the struggling pair, he cried:</s> | launched himself across the floor and grabbed the Death Eater around the knees, causing him to topple and his aim to go awry. Neville overturned a desk in his anxiety to help; and pointing his wand wildly at the struggling pair, he cried:</s> |
<s> 'EXPELLIARMUS!'</s> | EXPELLIARMUS!'</s> |
<s> Both Harry's and the Death Eater's wands flew out of their hands and soared back towards the entrance to the Hall of Prophecy; both scrambled to their feet and charged after them, the Death Eater in front, Harry hot on his heels, and Neville bringing up the rear, plainly horrorstruck by what he had done. 'Get out of the way, Harry!' yelled Neville, clearly determined to repair the damage. Harry flung himself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted:</s> | Harry's and the Death Eater's wands flew out of their hands and soared back towards the entrance to the Hall of Prophecy; both scrambled to their feet and charged after them, the Death Eater in front, Harry hot on his heels, and Neville bringing up the rear, plainly horrorstruck by what he had done. 'Get out of the way, Harry!' yelled Neville, clearly determined to repair the damage. Harry flung himself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted:</s> |
<s> 'STUPEFY!'</s> | STUPEFY!'</s> |
<s> The jet of red light flew right over the Death Eaters shoulder and hit a glass-fronted cabinet on the wall full of variously shaped hour-glasses; the cabinet fell to the floor and burst apart, glass flying everywhere, sprang back up on to the wall, fully mended, then fell down again, and shattered - '</s> | jet of red light flew right over the Death Eaters shoulder and hit a glass-fronted cabinet on the wall full of variously shaped hour-glasses; the cabinet fell to the floor and burst apart, glass flying everywhere, sprang back up on to the wall, fully mended, then fell down again, and shattered - '</s> |
<s> The Death Eater had snatched up his wand, which lay on the floor beside the glittering bell jar. Harry ducked down behind another desk as the man turned; his mask had slipped so that he couldn't see. The jet of red light hit the Death Eater in the middle of his chest: he froze, his arm still raised, his wand fell to the floor with a flatter and he collapsed backwards towards the bell jar. Harry expected to hear a clunk, for the man to hit solid glass and slide off the jar on to the floor, but instead, his head sank through the surface of the bell jar as though it were nothing but a soap bubble and he came to rest, sprawled on his back on the table, with his head lying inside the jar full of glittering wind. Harry's wand flew from a dark corner into her hand and she threw it to him. 'Thanks,' he said. 'Right, let's get out of - '</s> | Death Eater had snatched up his wand, which lay on the floor beside the glittering bell jar. Harry ducked down behind another desk as the man turned; his mask had slipped so that he couldn't see. The jet of red light hit the Death Eater in the middle of his chest: he froze, his arm still raised, his wand fell to the floor with a flatter and he collapsed backwards towards the bell jar. Harry expected to hear a clunk, for the man to hit solid glass and slide off the jar on to the floor, but instead, his head sank through the surface of the bell jar as though it were nothing but a soap bubble and he came to rest, sprawled on his back on the table, with his head lying inside the jar full of glittering wind. Harry's wand flew from a dark corner into her hand and she threw it to him. 'Thanks,' he said. 'Right, let's get out of - '</s> |
<s> 'Look out!' said Neville, horrified. He was staring at the Deati Eater's head in the bell jar. All three of them raised their wands again, but none of them struck: they were all gazing, open-mouthed, appalled, at what was happening to the man's head. It was shrinking very fast, growing balder and balder, the black hair and stubble retracting into his skull; his cheeks becoming smooth, his skull round and covered with a peachlike fuzz... A baby's head now sat grotesquely on top of the thick, muscled neck of the Death Eater as he struggled to get up again; but even as they watched, their mouths open, the head began to swell to its previous proportions again; thick black hair was sprouting frori the pate and chin... Time...'</s> | Look out!' said Neville, horrified. He was staring at the Deati Eater's head in the bell jar. All three of them raised their wands again, but none of them struck: they were all gazing, open-mouthed, appalled, at what was happening to the man's head. It was shrinking very fast, growing balder and balder, the black hair and stubble retracting into his skull; his cheeks becoming smooth, his skull round and covered with a peachlike fuzz... A baby's head now sat grotesquely on top of the thick, muscled neck of the Death Eater as he struggled to get up again; but even as they watched, their mouths open, the head began to swell to its previous proportions again; thick black hair was sprouting frori the pate and chin... Time...'</s> |
<s> The Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to clear it, but before he could pull himself together it began to shrink back to babyhood once more... There was a shout from a room nearby, then a crash and a scream. 'GINNY? The Death Eater had pulled his head out of the bell jar. His appearance was utterly bizarre, his tiny baby's head bawling loudly while his thick arms flailed dangerously in all directions, narrowly missing Harry, who had ducked. 'You can't hurt a baby!'</s> | Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to clear it, but before he could pull himself together it began to shrink back to babyhood once more... There was a shout from a room nearby, then a crash and a scream. 'GINNY? The Death Eater had pulled his head out of the bell jar. His appearance was utterly bizarre, his tiny baby's head bawling loudly while his thick arms flailed dangerously in all directions, narrowly missing Harry, who had ducked. 'You can't hurt a baby!'</s> |
<s> There was no time to argue the point; Harry could hear more footsteps growing louder from the Hall of Prophecy and knew, too late, that he ought not to have shouted and given away their position. 'Come on!' he said, and leaving the ugly baby-headed Death Eater staggering behind them they took off for the door that stood open at the other end of the room, leading back into the black hallway. They had run halfway towards it when Harry saw through the open door two more Death Eaters running across the black room towards them; veering left, he burst instead into a small, dark, cluttered office and slammed the door behind them. 'WE'VE GOT HIM!' yelled the Death Eater nearest Harry. He continued to mouth through the hole in his mask, but no sound came out. He was thrust aside by his fellow Death Eater. 'Petrificus Totalus!' shouted Harry, as the second Death Eater raised his wand. His arms and legs snapped together and he fell forwards, face down on to the rug at Harry's feet, stiff as a board and unable to move. She gave a tiny 'Oh!' as though of surprise and crumpled on to the floor, where she lay motionless. The Death Eater kicked out hard at Neville's head as he emerged - his foot broke Neville's wand in two and connected with his face. Neville gave a howl of pain and recoiled, clutching his mouth and nose. Harry twisted around, his own wand held high, and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wand directly at Harry, who recognised the long, pale, twisted face from the Daily Prophet: Antonin Dolohov, the wizard who had murdered the Prewetts. Dolohov grinned. Though he could no longer speak, his meaning could not have been clearer. Give me the prophecy, or you get the same as her... 'Like you won't kill us all anyway, the moment I hand it over!' said Harry. Don't let her be dead, don't let her be dead, it's my fault if she's dead... "Whaddever you do, Harry,' said Neville</s> | was no time to argue the point; Harry could hear more footsteps growing louder from the Hall of Prophecy and knew, too late, that he ought not to have shouted and given away their position. 'Come on!' he said, and leaving the ugly baby-headed Death Eater staggering behind them they took off for the door that stood open at the other end of the room, leading back into the black hallway. They had run halfway towards it when Harry saw through the open door two more Death Eaters running across the black room towards them; veering left, he burst instead into a small, dark, cluttered office and slammed the door behind them. 'WE'VE GOT HIM!' yelled the Death Eater nearest Harry. He continued to mouth through the hole in his mask, but no sound came out. He was thrust aside by his fellow Death Eater. 'Petrificus Totalus!' shouted Harry, as the second Death Eater raised his wand. His arms and legs snapped together and he fell forwards, face down on to the rug at Harry's feet, stiff as a board and unable to move. She gave a tiny 'Oh!' as though of surprise and crumpled on to the floor, where she lay motionless. The Death Eater kicked out hard at Neville's head as he emerged - his foot broke Neville's wand in two and connected with his face. Neville gave a howl of pain and recoiled, clutching his mouth and nose. Harry twisted around, his own wand held high, and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wand directly at Harry, who recognised the long, pale, twisted face from the Daily Prophet: Antonin Dolohov, the wizard who had murdered the Prewetts. Dolohov grinned. Though he could no longer speak, his meaning could not have been clearer. Give me the prophecy, or you get the same as her... 'Like you won't kill us all anyway, the moment I hand it over!' said Harry. Don't let her be dead, don't let her be dead, it's my fault if she's dead... "Whaddever you do, Harry,' said Neville</s> |
<s>cely from under the desk, lowering his hands to show a clearly broken nose and blood pouring down his mouth and chin, 'don'd gib it to him!'</s> | ely from under the desk, lowering his hands to show a clearly broken nose and blood pouring down his mouth and chin, 'don'd gib it to him!'</s> |
<s> Then there was a crash outside the door and Dolohov looked over his shoulder - the baby-headed Death Eater had appeared in the doorway, his head bawling, his great fists still flailing uncontrollably at everything around him. Harry seized his chance:</s> | there was a crash outside the door and Dolohov looked over his shoulder - the baby-headed Death Eater had appeared in the doorway, his head bawling, his great fists still flailing uncontrollably at everything around him. Harry seized his chance:</s> |
<s> 'PETRIF1CUS TOTALUS!'</s> | PETRIF1CUS TOTALUS!'</s> |
<s> The spell hit Dolohov before he could block it and he toppled forwards across his comrade, both of them rigid as boards and unable to move an inch. 'I dunno... 'Dat's a pulse, Harry, I'b sure id is.'</s> | spell hit Dolohov before he could block it and he toppled forwards across his comrade, both of them rigid as boards and unable to move an inch. 'I dunno... 'Dat's a pulse, Harry, I'b sure id is.'</s> |
<s> Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed. 'She's alive?'</s> | a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed. 'She's alive?'</s> |
<s> 'Yeah, I dink so.'</s> | Yeah, I dink so.'</s> |
<s> There was a pause in which Harry listened hard for the sound of more footsteps, but all he could hear were the whimpers and blunderings of the baby-headed Death Eater in the next room. 'Neville, we're not far from the exit,' Harry whispered, 'we're right next to that circular room..... then you could find someone... raise the alarm...'</s> | was a pause in which Harry listened hard for the sound of more footsteps, but all he could hear were the whimpers and blunderings of the baby-headed Death Eater in the next room. 'Neville, we're not far from the exit,' Harry whispered, 'we're right next to that circular room..... then you could find someone... raise the alarm...'</s> |
<s> 'And whad are you going do do?' said Neville, mopping his bleeding nose with his sleeve and frowning at Harry. 'I've got to find the others,' said Harry. 'Well, I'b going do find dem wid you,' said Neville firmly. 'My gran's going do kill be,' said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, 'dat was by dad's old wand.'</s> | And whad are you going do do?' said Neville, mopping his bleeding nose with his sleeve and frowning at Harry. 'I've got to find the others,' said Harry. 'Well, I'b going do find dem wid you,' said Neville firmly. 'My gran's going do kill be,' said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, 'dat was by dad's old wand.'</s> |
<s> Harry stuck his head out of the door and looked around cautiously. The baby-headed Death Eater was screaming and banging into things, toppling grandfather clocks and overturning desks, bawling and confused, while the glass-fronted cabinet that Harry now suspected had contained Time-Turners continued to fall, shatter and repair itself on the wall behind them. 'He's never going to notice us, he whispered. 'C'mon... keep close behind me...'</s> | stuck his head out of the door and looked around cautiously. The baby-headed Death Eater was screaming and banging into things, toppling grandfather clocks and overturning desks, bawling and confused, while the glass-fronted cabinet that Harry now suspected had contained Time-Turners continued to fall, shatter and repair itself on the wall behind them. 'He's never going to notice us, he whispered. 'C'mon... keep close behind me...'</s> |
<s> They crept out of the office and back towards the door into the black hallway, which now seemed completely deserted. The recent blow on the back of Harry's head seemed to have unsteadied him; he narrowed his eyes, swaying slightly, until the walls stopped moving again. 'So which way d'you reck-?'</s> | crept out of the office and back towards the door into the black hallway, which now seemed completely deserted. The recent blow on the back of Harry's head seemed to have unsteadied him; he narrowed his eyes, swaying slightly, until the walls stopped moving again. 'So which way d'you reck-?'</s> |
<s> But before they could make a decision as to which way to try, a door to their right sprang open and three people fell out of it... ha ha ha... you look funny, Harry... you're all messed up.. Next moment his knees had given way, but he still clutched the front of Harry's robes, so that Harry was pulled into a kind of bow. 'Ginny?' Harry said fearfully. 'What happened?'</s> | before they could make a decision as to which way to try, a door to their right sprang open and three people fell out of it... ha ha ha... you look funny, Harry... you're all messed up.. Next moment his knees had given way, but he still clutched the front of Harry's robes, so that Harry was pulled into a kind of bow. 'Ginny?' Harry said fearfully. 'What happened?'</s> |
<s> But Ginny shook her head and slid down the wall into a sitting position, panting and holding her ankle. 'I think her ankle's broken, I heard something crack,' whispered Luna, who was bending over her and who alone seemed to be unhurt. 'Get it, Harry? '- anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny's foot, I used the Reductcr Curse and blew up Pluto in his face, but...'</s> | Ginny shook her head and slid down the wall into a sitting position, panting and holding her ankle. 'I think her ankle's broken, I heard something crack,' whispered Luna, who was bending over her and who alone seemed to be unhurt. 'Get it, Harry? '- anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny's foot, I used the Reductcr Curse and blew up Pluto in his face, but...'</s> |
<s> Luna gestured hopelessly at Ginny, who was breathing in a very shallow way, her eyes still closed. She's Loony... Loony Lovegood... ha ha ha...'</s> | una gestured hopelessly at Ginny, who was breathing in a very shallow way, her eyes still closed. She's Loony... Loony Lovegood... ha ha ha...'</s> |
<s> 'We've got to get out of here,' said Harry firmly. 'Luna, can you help Ginny?'</s> | We've got to get out of here,' said Harry firmly. 'Luna, can you help Ginny?'</s> |
<s> 'Yes,' said Luna, sticking her wand behind her ear for safekeeping, then putting an arm around Ginny's waist and pulling her up. 'It's only my ankle, I can do it myself!' said Ginny impatiently, but next moment she had collapsed sideways and grabbed Luna for support. by Bellatrix Lestrange. 'There they are!' she shrieked. 'Colloportus!' shouted Harry, and he heard three bodies slam into the door on the other side. 'It doesn't matter!' said a man's voice. There are other ways in - WE'VE GOT THEM, THEY'RE HERE!'</s> | Yes,' said Luna, sticking her wand behind her ear for safekeeping, then putting an arm around Ginny's waist and pulling her up. 'It's only my ankle, I can do it myself!' said Ginny impatiently, but next moment she had collapsed sideways and grabbed Luna for support. by Bellatrix Lestrange. 'There they are!' she shrieked. 'Colloportus!' shouted Harry, and he heard three bodies slam into the door on the other side. 'It doesn't matter!' said a man's voice. There are other ways in - WE'VE GOT THEM, THEY'RE HERE!'</s> |
<s> Harry span around; they were back in the Brain Room and, sure enough, there were doors all around the walls. He could hear footsteps in the hall behind them as more Death Eaters came running to join the first. 'Luna - Neville - help me!'</s> | span around; they were back in the Brain Room and, sure enough, there were doors all around the walls. He could hear footsteps in the hall behind them as more Death Eaters came running to join the first. 'Luna - Neville - help me!'</s> |
<s> The three of them tore around the room, sealing the doors as they went; Harry crashed into a tbale and rolled over the top of it in his haste to reach the next door:</s> | three of them tore around the room, sealing the doors as they went; Harry crashed into a tbale and rolled over the top of it in his haste to reach the next door:</s> |
<s> 'Colloportus!'</s> | Colloportus!'</s> |
<s> There were footsteps running along behind the doors, every now and then another heavy body would launch itself against one, so it creaked and shuddered; Luna and Neville were bewitching the doors along the opposite wall - then, as Harry reached the very top of the room, he heard Luna cry:</s> | were footsteps running along behind the doors, every now and then another heavy body would launch itself against one, so it creaked and shuddered; Luna and Neville were bewitching the doors along the opposite wall - then, as Harry reached the very top of the room, he heard Luna cry:</s> |
<s> 'Collo- aaaaaaaaargh.. 'Honest, Harry, they're brains - look - Accio brain!'</s> | Collo- aaaaaaaaargh.. 'Honest, Harry, they're brains - look - Accio brain!'</s> |
<s> The scene seemed momentarily frozen. 'Harry, it'll suffocate him!' screamed Ginny, immobilised by her broken ankle on the floor - then a jet of red light flew from one of the Death Eater's wands and hit her squarely in the face. She keeled over sideways and lay there unconscious. One of the Death Eaters shot their own Stunning Spell at Neville; it missed him by inches. Harry and Neville were now the only two left fighting the five Death Eaters, two of whom sent off streams of silver light like arrows which missed but left craters in the wall behind them. Harry ran for it as Bellatrix Lestrange raced right at him: holding the prophecy high above his head, he sprinted back up the room; all he could think of doing was to draw the Death Eaters away from the others. He ran a few feet into the new room and felt the floor vanish - '</s> | scene seemed momentarily frozen. 'Harry, it'll suffocate him!' screamed Ginny, immobilised by her broken ankle on the floor - then a jet of red light flew from one of the Death Eater's wands and hit her squarely in the face. She keeled over sideways and lay there unconscious. One of the Death Eaters shot their own Stunning Spell at Neville; it missed him by inches. Harry and Neville were now the only two left fighting the five Death Eaters, two of whom sent off streams of silver light like arrows which missed but left craters in the wall behind them. Harry ran for it as Bellatrix Lestrange raced right at him: holding the prophecy high above his head, he sprinted back up the room; all he could think of doing was to draw the Death Eaters away from the others. He ran a few feet into the new room and felt the floor vanish - '</s> |
<s> He was falling down steep stone step after steep stone step, bouncing on every tier until at last, with a crash that knocked all the breath out of his body, he landed flat on his back in the sunken p t where the stone archway stood on its dais. The whole room was ringing with the Death Eater's laughter: he looked up and saw the five who had been in the Brain Room descending towards him, while as many more emerged through other doorways and began leaping from bench to bench towards him. Harry got to his feet though his legs were trembling so badly they barely supported him: the prophecy was still miraculously unbroken in his left hand, his wand clutched tightly in his right. He backed away, looking around, trying to keep all the Death Eaters within his sight. The back of his legs hit something solid: he had reached the dais where the archway stood. He climbed backwards onto it. The Death Eaters all halted, gazing at him. Some were panting as hard as he was. One was bleeding badly; Dolohov, freed of the Body-Bind Curse, was leering, his wand pointing straight at Harry's face. 'Potter, your race is run,' drawled Lucius Malfoy, pulling off his mask, 'now hand me the prophecy like a good boy.'</s> | was falling down steep stone step after steep stone step, bouncing on every tier until at last, with a crash that knocked all the breath out of his body, he landed flat on his back in the sunken p t where the stone archway stood on its dais. The whole room was ringing with the Death Eater's laughter: he looked up and saw the five who had been in the Brain Room descending towards him, while as many more emerged through other doorways and began leaping from bench to bench towards him. Harry got to his feet though his legs were trembling so badly they barely supported him: the prophecy was still miraculously unbroken in his left hand, his wand clutched tightly in his right. He backed away, looking around, trying to keep all the Death Eaters within his sight. The back of his legs hit something solid: he had reached the dais where the archway stood. He climbed backwards onto it. The Death Eaters all halted, gazing at him. Some were panting as hard as he was. One was bleeding badly; Dolohov, freed of the Body-Bind Curse, was leering, his wand pointing straight at Harry's face. 'Potter, your race is run,' drawled Lucius Malfoy, pulling off his mask, 'now hand me the prophecy like a good boy.'</s> |
<s> 'Let - let the others go, and I'll give it to you!' said Harry desperately. A few of the Death Eaters laughed. 'You are not in a position to bargain, Potter,' said Lucius Malfoy, his pale face flushed with pleasure. 'You see, there are ten of us and only one of you... or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?'</s> | Let - let the others go, and I'll give it to you!' said Harry desperately. A few of the Death Eaters laughed. 'You are not in a position to bargain, Potter,' said Lucius Malfoy, his pale face flushed with pleasure. 'You see, there are ten of us and only one of you... or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?'</s> |
<s> 'He's dot alone!' shouted a voice from above them. 'STUBEFY! 'STUBE - '</s> | He's dot alone!' shouted a voice from above them. 'STUBEFY! 'STUBE - '</s> |
<s> One of the largest Death Eaters seized Neville from behind, pinioning his arms to his sides. He struggled and kicked; several of the Death Eaters laughed. 'It's Longbottom, isn't it?' sneered Lucius Malfoy. 'Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause... your death will not come as a great shock.'</s> | of the largest Death Eaters seized Neville from behind, pinioning his arms to his sides. He struggled and kicked; several of the Death Eaters laughed. 'It's Longbottom, isn't it?' sneered Lucius Malfoy. 'Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause... your death will not come as a great shock.'</s> |
<s> 'Longbottom?' repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face. 'Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy.'</s> | Longbottom?' repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face. 'Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy.'</s> |
<s> 'I DOE YOU HAB!' roared Neville, and he fought so hard against his captor's encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted, 'Someone Stun him!'</s> | I DOE YOU HAB!' roared Neville, and he fought so hard against his captor's encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted, 'Someone Stun him!'</s> |