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196[@more@]sat glittering and twinkling in the light from the low-hanging lamp. "Moonstones and diamonds," said Griphook, who had sidled into the room without Harry noticing. "Made by goblins, I think?" "And paid for by wizards," said Bill quietly, and the goblin shot him a look that was both furtive and challenging. A strong wind gusted against the cottage windows as Bill and Ollivander set off into the night. The rest of them squeezed in around the table; elbow to elbow and with barely

195[@more@]"He can have it," Harry went on, "after we've used it on all of the Horcruxes. I'll make sure he gets it then. I'll keep my word." "But that could be years!" said Hermione. "I know that, but /he/ needn't. I won't be lying... really." Harry met her eyes with a mixture of defiance and shame. He remembered the words that had been engraved over the gateway to Nurmengard: FOR THE GREATER GOOD. He pushed the idea away. What choice did they have? "I don't like it," said Hermione. "No

193[@more@]He led Ron and Hermione down the staircase. Harry caught glimpses of Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean sitting at the table in the kitchen, cups of tea in front of them. They all looked up at Harry as he appeared in the doorway, but he merely nodded to them and continued into the garden, Ron and Hermione behind him. The reddish mound of earth that covered Dobby lay ahead, and Harry walked back to it, as the pain in his head built more and more powerfully. It was a huge effort now to cl

194[@more@]"I could have," said Harry without looking at her. "But you don't thing you did, do you?" asked Ron. "No, I don't," said Harry. "There you go!" said Ron quickly, before Hermione could carry on. "If it wasn't Dumbledore, explain how Dobby knew we were in the cellar, Hermione?" "I can't -- but can you explain how Dumbledore sent him to us if he's lying in a tomb at Hogwarts?" "I dunno, it could've been his ghost!" "Dumbledore wouldn't come back as a ghost," said Harry. There was

191[@more@]saying there’s a Horcrux in the Lestranges vault?” “Yes,” said Harry. “Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we’d been in there, she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we’d seen, what else did she think we might have taken? Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about.” “But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who’s been, places he’s done something important?” said Ron, looking baffled. “Was he ever inside the Lestranges’ va

192[@more@]“Necessary? No, I should not say that it is necessary to kill.” “There are legends, though,” said Harry, and as his heart rate quickened, the pain in his scar became more intense; he was sure that Voldemort has decided to put his idea into action. “Legends about a wand – or wands – that have been passed from hand to hand by murder.” Ollivander turned pale. Against the snowy pillow he was light gray, and his eyes were enormous, bloodshot, and bulging with what looked li

190[@more@]or not. He gathered himself for the attack. “Griphook, I need to ask –” “You also rescued a goblin.” “What?” “You brought me here. Saved me.” “Well, I take it you’re not sorry?” said Harry a little impatiently. “No, Harry Potter,” said Griphook, and with one finger he twisted the thin black beard upon his chin, “but you are a very odd wizard.” “Right,” said Harry. “Well, I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me.” The goblin made no si

188[@more@]here were Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna, gathering around him as he knelt over the elf. “Hermione,” he said suddenly. “Where is she?” “Ron’s taken her inside,” said Bill. “She’ll be all right.” Harry looked back down at Dobby. He stretched out a hand and pulled the sharp blade from the elf’s body, then dragged off his own jacket and covered Dobby in it like a blanket. The sea was rushing against the rock somewhere nearby; Harry listened to it while the others talked,

189[@more@]traitor family there is.” “How are they protected?” asked Harry. “Fidelius Charm. Dad’s Secret-Keeper. And we’ve done it on this cottage too; I’m Secret-Keeper here. None of us can go to work, but that’s hardly the most important thing now. Once Ollivander and Griphook are well enough, we’ll move them to Muriel’s too. There isn’t much room here, but she’s got plenty. Griphook’s legs are on the mend. Fleur’s given him Skele-Gro-we could probably move them in an hou

187[@more@]Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead – “Expelliarmus!” he roared, pointing Wormtail’s wand at Bellatrix, and hers flew into the air and was caught by Harry, who had sprinted after Ron. Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Greyback wheeled about; Harry yelled, “Stupefy!” and Lucius Malfoy collapsed onto the hearth. Jets of light flew from Draco’s, Narcissa’s, and Greyback’s wands; Harry threw himself to the

186[@more@]“You can Disapparate out of this cellar?” he asked Dobby, who nodded, his ears flapping. “And you can take humans with you?” Dobby nodded again. “Right. Dobby, I want you to grab Luna, Dean, and Mr. Ollivander, and take them – take them to –“ “Bill and Fleur’s,” said Ron. “Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Tinworth!” The elf nodded for a third time. “And then come back,” said Harry. “Can you do that, Dobby?” “Of course, Harry Potter,” whispered the little e

185[@more@]“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” “We need a plan, stop yelling – we need to get these ropes off –“ “Harry?” came a whisper through the darkness. “Ron? Is that you?” Ron stopped shouting. There was a sound of movement close by them, then Harry saw a shadow moving closer. “Harry? Ron?” “Luna?” “Yes, it’s me! Oh no, I didn’t want you to be caught!” “Luna, can you help us get these ropes off?” said Harry. “Oh yes, I expect so. . . . There’s an old nail we use if we nee

184[@more@]“But then, that’s the Weasley boy!” shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. “It’s them, Potter’s friends – Draco, look at him, isn’t it Arthur Weasley’s son, what’s his name – ?” “Yeah,” said Draco again, his back to the prisoners. “It could be.” The drawing room door opened behind Harry. A woman spoke, and the sound of the voice wound Harry’s fear to an even higher pitch. “What is this? What’s happened, Cissy?” Bellatrix Lestran

183[@more@]of the abstract furls and coils into a frightening face, which spoke in a clanging, echoing voice. “State your purpose!” “We’ve got Potter!” Greyback roared triumphantly. “We’ve captured Harry Potter!” The gates swung open. “Come on!” said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners were shunted through the gates and up the drive, between high hedges that muffled their footsteps. Harry saw a ghostly white shape above him, and realized it was an albino peacock. He stumbl

182[@more@]Ministry. I expect your father'll reward us just for picking you up." "But," said Harry, his mouth bone dry, "if you just let us -" "Hey!" came a shout from inside the tent. "Look at this. Greyback!" A dark figure came bustling toward them, and Harry saw a glint of silver to the light of their wands. They had found Gryffindor's sword. "Ve-e-ery nice," said Greyback appreciatively, taking it from his companion. "Oh, very nice indeed. Looks goblin-made, that. Where did you get

181[@more@]"Get -- off - her!" Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!" "Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," said the horribly familiar, rasping voice. "Delicious girl... what a treat . . . I do enjoy the softness of the skin. . . ." Harry's stomach turned over. He knew who this was, Fenrit Greyback, the werewolf who was permitted

180[@more@]“And I’d tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right.” Harry looked at Hermione, whose eyes were full of tears. “Nearly always right,” she repeated. “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” said Ron in surprise. “Bill told me Lupin’s living with Tonks again! And apparently she’s getting pretty big too…” “…and our usual update on those friends of Harry Potter’s who are suffering for their allegiance?” Lee was saying. “Well, as regular listeners wi

179[@more@]unlikely places simply, Harry was aware, to keep them moving. “You never know,” was Ron’s constant refrain. “Upper Flagley is a Wizarding village, he might’ve wanted to live there. Let’s go and have a poke around.” These frequent forays into Wizarding territory brought them within occasional sight of Snatchers. “Some of them are supposed to be as bad as Death Eaters,” said Ron. “The lot that got me were a bit pathetic, but Bill recons some of them are really dangerous.

178[@more@]Hallows really existed, and Dumbledore knew about them, knew that the person who possessed all of them would be master of Death --- Harry, why wouldn’t he have told you? Why?” He had his answer ready. “But you said it, Hermione! You’ve got to find out about them for yourself! It’s a Quest!” “But I only said that to try and persuade you to come to the Lovegoods’!” cried Hermione in exasperation. “I didn’t really believe it!” Harry took no notice. “Dumbledore usual

177[@more@]having pure blood made you practically royal.” “Yes…and that’s all very interesting,” said Hermione cautiously, “but Harry, if you’re thinking what I think you’re think ---“ “Well, why not? Why not? said Harry, abandoning caution. “It was a stone, wasn’t it?” He looked at Ron for support. “What if it was the Resurrection Stone?” Ron’s mouth fell open. “Blimey --- but would it still work if Dumbledore broke --- ?” “Work? Work? Ron, it never worked! There’s no