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He whispered, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoys, ready to fight if he needed to. Have we come to the right place. Dobby. He looked around. The little elf stood feet from him. DOBBY. The elf swayed slightly, stars reflected in his wide, shining eyes. Together, he and Harry looked down at the silver hilt of for 4k pubg pc 1600*1200 wallpaper knife protruding from the elfs heaving chest. Dobby - no - HELP. Harry bellowed toward the cottage, toward the people moving there. HELP. He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobbys front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass. Dobby, no, dont die, dont die - The elfs eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words. Harry. Potter. And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see. I CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR THE WANDMAKER t was like sinking into an old nightmare; for an instant Harry knelt again beside Dumbledores body at the foot of the tallest tower at Hogwarts, but in reality he was staring at a tiny body curled upon the grass, pierced by Bellatrixs silver knife. Harrys voice was still saying, Dobby. Dobby. even though he knew that the elf had gone where he could not call him back. After a minute or so he realized that they had, after all, come to the right place, for here were Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna, gathering around him as he knelt over the elf. Hermione. he said suddenly. Where is she. Rons taken her inside, said Bill. Shell be all right. Harry looked back down at Dobby. He stretched out a hand and pulled the sharp blade from the elfs body, then dragged off his own jacket and covered Dobby in it like a blanket. The sea was rushing against rock somewhere nearby; Harry listened to it while the others talked, discussing matters in which he could take no interest, making decisions. Dean carried the injured Griphook into the house, Fleur hurrying with them; now Bill was making suggestions about burying the elf. Harry agreed without really knowing what he was saying. As he did so, he gazed down at the tiny body, and his scar prickled and burned, and in one part of his mind, viewed as if from the wrong end of a long telescope, he saw Voldemort punishing those they had left behind at Malfoy Manor. His rage was dreadful and yet Harrys grief for Dobby seemed to diminish it, so that it became a distant storm that reached Harry from across a vast, silent ocean. I want to do it properly, were the first words of which Harry was fully conscious of speaking. Not see more magic. Have you got a spade. And shortly afterward he had set to work, alone, digging the grave in the place that Bill had shown him at the end of the garden, between bushes. He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives. His scar burned, but he was master of the pain; he felt it, yet was apart from it. He had learned control at last, learned to shut his mind to Voldemort, the very thing Dumbledore had wanted him to learn from Snape. Just as Voldemort had not been able to possess Harry while Harry was consumed with grief for Sirius, so his thoughts could not penetrate Harry now, while he mourned Dobby. Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out. though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love. On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar. In the darkness, with nothing but the sound of his own breath and the rushing sea to keep him company, the things that had happened at the Malfoys returned to him, the things he had heard came back to him, and understanding blossomed in the darkness. The steady rhythm of his arms beat time with his thoughts. Hallows. Horcruxes. Hallows. Horcruxes. Yet he no longer burned with that weird, obsessive longing. Loss and fear had snuffed it out: He felt as though he had been slapped awake again. Deeper and deeper Harry sank into the grave, and he knew where Voldemort had been tonight, and whom he had killed in the topmost cell of Nurmengard, and why. And he thought of Wormtail, dead because of one small unconscious impulse of mercy. Dumbledore had foreseen that. How much more had he known. Harry lost track of time. He knew only that the darkness had lightened a few degrees when he was rejoined by Ron and Dean. Hows Hermione. Better, said Ron. Fleurs looking after her. Harry had his retort ready for when they asked him why he had not simply created a perfect grave with his wand, but he did not need it. They jumped down into the hole he had made with spades of their own, and together they worked in silence until the hole seemed deep enough. Harry wrapped the elf more snugly in his jacket. Ron sat on the edge of the grave and stripped off his shoes and socks, which he placed upon the elfs bare feet. Dean produced a woolen hat, which Harry placed carefully upon Dobbys head, muffling his batlike ears. We should close his eyes. Harry had not heard the others coming through the darkness. Bill was wearing a traveling cloak, Fleur a large white apron, from the pocket of which protruded a bottle of what Harry recognized to be Skele-Gro. Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him. Luna, who was huddled in one of Fleurs coats, crouched down and placed her fingers tenderly upon each of the elfs eyelids, sliding them over his glassy stare. There, she said Call of duty icon list. Now he could be sleeping. Harry placed the elf into the grave, arranged his tiny limbs so that he might have been resting, then climbed out and gazed for the last time upon the little body. He forced himself not to break down as he remembered Dumbledores funeral, and the rows and rows of golden chairs, and the Minister of Magic in the front row, the recitation of Dumbledores achievements, the stateliness of the white marble tomb. He felt that Dobby deserved just as grand a funeral, and yet here the elf lay between bushes in a roughly dug hole. I think we ought to say something, piped up Luna. Ill go first, shall I. And as everybody looked at her, she addressed the dead elf at the bottom of the grave. Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. Its so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. Ill always remember what you did for us. I hope youre happy now. She turned and looked expectantly at Ron, who cleared his throat and said in a thick voice, Yeah. thanks, Dobby. Thanks, muttered Dean. Harry swallowed. Good-bye, Dobby, he said. It was all he could manage, but Luna had said it all for him. Bill raised his wand, and the pile of earth beside the grave rose up into the air and fell neatly upon it, a small, reddish mound. Dyou mind if I stay here a moment. he asked the others. They murmured words he did not catch; he felt gentle pats upon his back, and then they all traipsed back toward the cottage, leaving Harry alone beside the elf. He looked around: There were a number of large white stones, smoothed by the sea, marking the edge of the flower beds. He picked up one of the largest and laid it, pillowlike, over the place where Dobbys head now rested. He then felt in his pocket for a wand. There were two in there. He had forgotten, lost track; he could not now remember whose wands these were; he seemed to remember wrenching them out of someones hand. He selected the shorter of the two, which felt friendlier in his hand, and pointed it at the rock. Slowly, under his murmured instruction, deep cuts appeared upon the rocks surface. He knew that Hermione could have done it more neatly, and probably more quickly, but he wanted to mark the spot as he had wanted to dig the grave. When Harry stood up again, the stone read: HERE LIES DOBBY, A FREE ELF. He looked down at his handiwork for a few more seconds, then walked away, his scar still prickling a little, and his mind full of those things that had come to him in the grave, ideas that had taken shape in the darkness, ideas both fascinating and terrible. They were all sitting in the living room when he entered the little hall, their attention focused upon Bill, who was talking. The room was light-colored, pretty, with a small fire of driftwood burning brightly in the fireplace. Harry did not want to drop mud upon the carpet, so he stood in the doorway, listening. lucky that Ginnys on holiday. If shed been at Hogwarts, they could have taken her before we reached her. Now we know shes safe too. He looked around and saw Harry standing there. Ive been getting them all out of the Burrow, he explained. Moved them to Muriels. The Death Eaters know Rons with you now, theyre bound to target the family - dont apologize, he added at the sight of Harrys expression. It was always a matter of time, Dads been saying so for months. Were the biggest blood-traitor family there is. How are they protected. asked Harry. Fidelius Charm. Dads Secret-Keeper. And weve done it on this cottage too; Im Secret-Keeper here. None of us can go to work, but thats hardly the most important thing now. Once Ollivander and Griphook are well enough, well move them to Muriels too. There isnt much room here, but shes got plenty. Griphooks legs are on the mend, Fleurs given him Skele-Gro; we could probably move them in an hour or - No, Harry said, and Bill looked startled. I need both of them here. I need to talk to them. Its important. He heard the authority in his own voice, the conviction, the sense of purpose that had come to him as he dug Dobbys grave. All of their faces were turned toward him, looking puzzled. Im going to wash, Harry told Bill, looking down at his hands, still covered in mud and Dobbys blood. Then Ill need to see them, straightaway. He walked into the little kitchen, to the basin beneath a window overlooking the sea. Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold, as he washed, again following the train of thought that had come to him in the dark garden. Dobby would never be able to tell them who had sent him to the cellar, but Harry knew what he had seen. A piercing blue eye had looked out of the mirror fragment, and then help had go here. Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. Harry dried his hands, impervious to the beauty of the scene outside the window and to the murmuring of the others in the sitting room. He looked out over the ocean and felt closer, this dawn, than ever before, closer to the heart of it all. And still his scar prickled, and he knew that Voldemort was getting there too. Harry understood and yet did not understand. His instinct was telling him one thing, his brain quite another. The Dumbledore in Harrys head smiled, surveying Harry over the tips of his fingers, pressed together as if in prayer. You gave Ron the Deluminator. You understood him. You gave him a way back. And you understood Wormtail too. You knew there was a bit of regret there, somewhere. And if you knew them. What did you know about me, Dumbledore. Am I meant to know, but not to seek. Did you know how hard Id find that. Is that why you made it this difficult. So Id have time to work that out. Harry stood quite still, eyes link, watching the place where a bright gold rim of dazzling sun was rising over the horizon. Then he looked down at his clean hands and was momentarily surprised to see the cloth he was holding in them. He set it down and returned to the hall, and as he did so, he felt his scar pulse angrily, and there flashed across his mind, swift as the reflection of a dragonfly over water, the outline of a building he knew extremely well. Bill and For baldurs gate 3 ps2 game think were standing at the foot of the stairs. I need to speak to Griphook and Ollivander, Harry said. No, said Fleur. You will ave to wait, Arry. Zey are both ill, tired - Im sorry, he said without heat, but it cant wait. I need to talk to them now. Privately - and separately. Its urgent. Harry, what the hells going on. asked Bill. You turn up here with a dead house-elf and a half-conscious goblin, Hermione looks as though shes been tortured, and Rons just refused to tell me anything - We cant tell you what were doing, said Harry flatly. Youre in the Order, Bill, you know Dumbledore left us a mission. Were not supposed to talk about it to anyone else. Fleur made an impatient noise, but Bill did not look at her; he was staring at Harry. His deeply scarred face was hard to read. Finally Bill said, All right. Who do you want to talk to first. Harry hesitated. He knew what hung on his decision. There was hardly any time left; now was the moment to decide: Horcruxes or Hallows. Griphook, Harry said. Ill speak to Griphook first. His heart was racing as if he had been sprinting and had just cleared an enormous obstacle. Up here, then, said Bill, leading the way. Harry had walked up several steps before stopping and looking back. I need you two as well. he called to Ron and Hermione, who had been skulking, half concealed, in the doorway of the sitting room. They both moved into the light, looking oddly relieved. How are you. Harry asked Hermione. You were amazing - coming up with that story when she was hurting you like that - Hermione gave a weak smile as Ron gave her a one-armed squeeze. What are we doing now, Harry. he asked. Youll see. Come on. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Bill up the steep stairs onto a small landing. Three doors led off it. In here, said Bill, opening the door into his and Fleurs room. It too had a view of the sea, now flecked with gold in the sunrise. Harry moved to the window, turned his back right! what is steal the bacon game suggest the spectacular view, and waited, his arms folded, his scar prickling. Hermione took the chair beside the dressing table; Ron sat on the arm. Bill reappeared, carrying the little goblin, whom he set down carefully upon the bed. Griphook grunted thanks, and Bill left, closing the door upon them all. Im sorry to take you out of bed, said Harry. How are your legs. Painful, replied the goblin. But mending. He was still clutching the sword of Gryffindor, and wore a strange look: half truculent, half intrigued. Harry noted the goblins sallow skin, his long thin fingers, his black eyes. Fleur had removed his shoes: His long feet were dirty. He was larger than a house-elf, but not by much. His domed head was much bigger than a humans. You probably dont remember - Harry began. - that I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever visited Gringotts. said Griphook. I remember, Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous. Harry and the goblin looked at each other, sizing each other up. Harrys scar was still prickling. He wanted to get through this interview with Griphook quickly, and at the same time was afraid of making a false move. While he tried to decide on the best way to approach his request, the goblin broke the silence. You buried the elf, he said, sounding unexpectedly rancorous. I watched you from the window of the bedroom next door. Yes, said Harry. Griphook looked at him out of the corners of his slanting black eyes. You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter. In what way. asked Harry, rubbing his scar absently. You dug the grave. Griphook did not answer. Harry rather thought he was being sneered at for acting like a Muggle, but it did not much matter to him whether Griphook approved of Dobbys grave 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 youre 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 sign of encouragement, but continued to frown at Harry as though he had never seen anything like him. I need to break into a Gringotts vault. Harry had not meant to say it so baldly; the words were forced from him as pain shot through his lightning scar and he saw, again, the outline of Hogwarts. Read more closed his mind firmly. He needed to deal with Griphook first. Ron and Hermione were staring at Harry as though he had gone mad. Harry - said Hermione, but she was cut off by Griphook. Break into a Gringotts vault. repeated the goblin, wincing a little as he shifted his position upon the bed. It is impossible. No, it isnt, Ron more info him. Its been done. Yeah, said Harry. The same day I first met you, Griphook. My birthday, seven years ago. The vault in question was empty at the time, snapped the goblin, and Harry understood that even though Griphook had left Gringotts, he was offended at the idea of its defenses being breached. Its protection was minimal. Well, the vault we need to get into isnt empty, and Im guessing its protection will be pretty powerful, said Harry. It belongs to the Lestranges. He saw Hermione and Ron look at each other, astonished, but there would be time enough to explain after Griphook had given his answer. You have no chance, said Griphook flatly. No chance at all. If you seek beneath our floors, a treasure that was never more info - Thief, you have been warned, beware - yeah, I know, I remember, said Harry. But Im not trying to get myself any treasure, Im not trying to take anything for personal gain. Can you believe that. The goblin looked slantwise at Harry, and the lightning scar on Harrys forehead prickled, but he ignored it, refusing to acknowledge its pain or its invitation. If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, said Griphook finally, it would be you, Harry Potter. Goblins and elves are not used to the protection or the respect that you have shown this night. Not from wand-carriers. Wand-carriers, repeated Harry: The phrase fell oddly upon his ears as his scar prickled, as Voldemort turned his thoughts northward, and as Harry burned to question Ollivander next door. The right to carry a wand, said the goblin quietly, has long been contested between wizards and goblins. Well, goblins can do magic without wands, said Ron. That is immaterial. Wizards refuse to share the secrets of wandlore with other magical beings, they deny us the possibility of extending our powers. Well, goblins wont share any of their magic either, said Ron. You wont tell us how to make swords and armor the way you do. Goblins know how to work metal in a way wizards have never - It doesnt matter, said Harry, noting Griphooks rising color. This isnt about wizards versus goblins or any other sort of magical creature - Griphook gave a nasty laugh. But Call of duty icon list is, it is about precisely that. As the Dark Lord becomes ever more powerful, your race is set still more firmly above mine. Gringotts falls under Wizarding rule, house-elves are slaughtered, and who amongst the wandcarriers protests. We do. said Hermione. She had sat up straight, her eyes bright. We protest. And Im hunted network stops download steam as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook. Im a Mudblood. Dont call yourself - Ron muttered. Why shouldnt I. said Hermione.
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