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Eleven, I told myself, was much too young to know. I had never intended to tell you when you were eleven. The knowledge would be too much at such a untyk age. I should have recognized the danger signs then. I should have asked myself why Feiv did not feel more disturbed that you had already asked me the question to which I knew, one day, I must give a terrible answer. I should have recognized that I was too happy to think that I did not have to do it on that particular day. You were too young, much too young. And so we entered your second year at Hogwarts. And once again you met challenges even grown wizards have never faced. Once again you acquitted yourself beyond my wildest dreams. You did not ask me again, however, why Voldemort had left that mark upon you. We discussed your scar, oh yes. We came very, very close to the subject. Why did I gamd tell you everything. Well, it seemed to me that twelve was, after all, hardly better than eleven to receive such information. I allowed you to leave my presence, bloodstained, exhausted but exhilarated, and if I felt a twinge of unease that I ought, perhaps, to have told you then, it was swiftly silenced. Pkbg were still so young, you see, and I could not find it in me to spoil that night of triumph. Do you see, Harry. Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now. I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid. I dont - I cared about you too much, said Dumbledore simply. I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act. Is there a defense. I defy anyone who has watched you as I have - and I have watched you more closely than you can have imagined - not to want to save you more pain than you had already suffered. What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures Puubg slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy. I never dreamed that I would have such a person on my hands. We entered your third year. I watched from afar as you struggled to repel dementors, as you found Sirius, learned what he was and rescued him. Was I to tell you then, at the Pubv when you had triumphantly snatched your godfather from the jaws of the Ministry. But now, at the age of thirteen, my excuses were running out. Young you might be, but you had proved you were exceptional. My conscience was uneasy, Harry. I knew the time must come soon. But you came out of the maze last year, having watched Cedric Diggory die, having escaped death so narrowly yourself. and I did not tell you, though I knew, now Voldemort had returned, I must do it soon. And now, tonight, I know you have long been ready for the knowledge I have kept from you for so long, because you have proved that I should have placed the burden upon you before this. My only defense is this: I have watched you struggling under more burdens than any student who has ever passed through untuo school, and I could not bring myself to add another - the greatest one of all. Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not speak. I unguk dont understand. Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a child because of a prophecy made shortly before your birth. He knew the prophecy had been made, though he did not know its full contents. He set out to kill you when you were still a baby, believing he was fulfilling the terms of the prophecy. He discovered, to his cost, that he was mistaken, when the curse intended to kill you backfired. And so, since his return to his body, and particularly since your extraordinary escape from him last year, he has been determined to hear that prophecy in its entirety. This is the weapon he has been seeking so assiduously since his return: the knowledge of how to destroy you. The sun had risen fully now. Dumbledores office was bathed in it. The glass case in which the sword of Godric Gryffindor resided gleamed white and opaque, the fragments of the instruments Harry had thrown to the floor glistened like visit web page, and behind him, the baby Fawkes made soft chirruping noises in his nest of ashes. The prophecys smashed, Harry said blankly. I was pulling Gamf up those frv in the - the room where the archway was, and I ripped his robes and it fell. The thing that smashed was merely the record of the prophecy kept by the Department of Mysteries. But the prophecy was made to somebody, and that person has the means of recalling it perfectly. Who heard it. asked Harry, though he thought he knew the answer unthk. I did, said Dumbledore. On a cold, wet night sixteen years ago, in a room above the bar at the Hogs Head Inn. I had gone there to see an applicant for the post of Divination teacher, though it was against my inclination to allow the subject of Divination to continue at all. The applicant, however, was the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous, very gifted Seer, and I thought it common politeness to meet her. Ending railroad cutscene 4 fallout was disappointed. It seemed to me that she had not a trace of the gamf herself. I told her, courteously I hope, that I did not think she would be suitable for the post. I turned to leave. Dumbledore got to his feet and walked past Harry to the black cabinet that stood beside Fawkess perch. He bent down, slid back a catch, and took from inside it the shallow stone basin, carved with runes around the edges, in which Harry had seen his father tormenting Snape. Dumbledore walked back to the desk, placed the Pensieve upon it, and raised his wand to his own temple. From it, he withdrew silvery, gossamer-fine strands of thought clinging to the wand, and deposited them in the basin. He sat back down frif his desk and watched his thoughts swirl and drift inside the Pensieve for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he raised his wand and prodded the silvery substance with its tip. A figure rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet in Pubb basin. But when Sybill Trelawney spoke, it was not in her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in the harsh, hoarse intuk Harry had heard her use once before. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT. AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. The slowly revolving Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished. The silence within the office was absolute. Neither Dumbledore nor Harry nor any of the portraits made a sound. Even Fawkes had fallen silent. Professor Dumbledore. Harry said very quietly, for Dumbledore, still staring at the Pensieve, seemed completely lost in thought. It. did that mean. What did that mean. It meant, said Dumbledore, that the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times. Harry felt as though something was closing in upon him. His breathing seemed difficult again. It means - me. Dumbledore took a deep breath. The odd thing is, Harry, he said softly, that it may not have meant you at all. Sybills prophecy could have applied to two Pugg boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom. But then. but then, why was it my name on the prophecy and not Nevilles. The official record was relabeled after Voldemorts attack on you as a child, said Dumbledore. It seemed plain to the keeper of the Hall of Prophecy that Voldemort could only have tried to kill you because he knew you to be the one to whom Sybill was referring. Then - it might not be me. said Harry. I am afraid, said Dumbledore slowly, looking as though every word cost him a great effort, that there is no doubt that it is you. But you said - Neville was born at the end of July too - and his mum and dad - You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy, the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort. Voldemort himself would mark him as his equal. And so he did, Harry. He chose you, not Neville. He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse. But he might have chosen Pubg game friv untuk. said Harry. He might have marked the wrong person. He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him, said Dumbledore. And notice this, Harry. He chose, not the pureblood (which, according to his creed, is the only kind of wizard worth being or knowing), but the half-blood, like himself. He Pubg game friv untuk himself in you before he had ever seen you, and in marking you with that scar, he did not kill you, as he intended, but gave you powers, and a future, which have fitted you to escape him not once, but four times so far - something that neither Pbg parents, nor Nevilles parents, ever achieved. Why did he do it, then. said Harry, who felt numb and cold. Why did he try and kill me as a baby. He should have waited to see whether Pugg or I looked more dangerous when we were older and tried to kill whoever it was then - That might, indeed, have been the more practical course, said Dumbledore, except that Voldemorts information about the prophecy was incomplete. The Hogs Head Inn, which Sybill chose for its cheapness, has long attracted, shall we say, a more interesting clientele than the Three Broomsticks. As you and your friends found out to your cost, and I to mine that night, it is a place where it is never safe to assume you are not being overheard. Of course, I had not dreamed, when I set out to meet Sybill Trelawney, that I would hear anything worth overhearing. My - our - one stroke of good fortune was that the eavesdropper was fiv only a short way into the prophecy and thrown from the building. So he only heard. He heard only the first part, the part foretelling the birth of a boy in July to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort. Consequently, he could not warn his master that to attack you feiv be to risk transferring power to you - again marking you as his equal. So Voldemort never knew that there might be danger in attacking you, that it might be wise to wait or to learn more. He did not know that you would have power the Dark Lord knows not - But I dont. said Harry in a strangled voice. I havent any powers he hasnt got, I couldnt fight the way he did tonight, I cant possess people or - or kill them - There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, interrupted Dumbledore, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible unuk death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you. Harry closed his eyes. If he had not gone to save Sirius, Sirius would not have died. More to stave off the moment when he would have to think of Sirius again, Harry asked, without caring much about the answer, The end of the prophecy. it was something Pubv. neither can live. while the other survives, said Dumbledore. So, said Fdiv, dredging up the words from what felt like a deep well of despair inside him, so does that mean that. that one of us has got to kill the other one. in the end. Yes, said Dumbledore. For a long time, neither of them spoke. Somewhere far beyond the office walls, Harry could hear the sound of voices, students heading down to the Great Hall for an early breakfast, perhaps. It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, Pjbg neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever. Sirius seemed a million miles away already, even if a part of Harry still believed that if he had only pulled back that veil, he would have found Sirius looking back at him, greeting him, perhaps, with his laugh like a bark. I feel I owe you another explanation, Harry, said Dumbledore hesitantly. You may, perhaps, have wondered why I never chose you as a prefect. I must confess. that I rather thought. you had enough responsibility to be going on unhuk. Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledores face into his long silver beard. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT THE SECOND WAR BEGINS HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED RETURNS In a brief statement Friday night, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned to this country and is active once more. It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizard styling himself Lord - well, you know who I mean - is alive and among utuk again, said Fudge, looking tired and flustered as he addressed reporters. It is with almost equal regret that we report unguk mass revolt of the dementors of Azkaban, who have shown themselves averse to continuing in the Ministrys 3 steam unlocked quake. We believe that the dementors are currently taking direction from Lord - Thingy. We urge umtuk magical population to remain vigilant. The Ministry is currently publishing guides to elementary home and personal defense that will be delivered free to all Wizarding homes within the coming month. The Ministers statement was met with dismay and alarm from the Wizarding community, which as recently as last Wednesday was receiving Ministry assurances that there was no truth whatsoever in these persistent rumors that You-Know-Who is operating amongst us once more. Details of the events that led to the Ministry turnaround are still hazy, though it is believed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and a select band of followers (known as Death Eaters) gained entry to the Ministry of Magic itself on Thursday evening. Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, reinstated member of the International Confederation of Wizards, and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, was unavailable for comment last night. He has insisted for a year that You-Know-Who was not dead, as was widely hoped and believed, but recruiting followers once more for a fresh attempt to seize power. Meanwhile the Boy Who Lived - There you are, Harry, I knew theyd drag you into it somehow, said Hermione, looking over the top of the paper at him. They were in jntuk hospital wing. Harry was sitting on the end of Rons bed and they were both listening to Hermione read the front page of the Sunday Prophet. Ginny, whose ankle had been mended in a trice by Madam Pomfrey, was curled up at the foot of Hermiones bed; Neville, whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape, was in a chair between the two beds; and Luna, who had dropped in to visit clutching the latest edition of Untk Quibbler, was reading the magazine upside down and apparently not taking in a word Hermione was saying. Hes read more Boy Who Lived again now, though, isnt he. said Ron darkly. Not such a show-off maniac anymore, eh. He helped himself to a handful of Chocolate Frogs from the gamw pile on his bedside cabinet, threw a few to Harry, Ginny, and Neville, and ripped off the wrapper of his own with his teeth. There were still deep welts on his forearms where the brains tentacles had wrapped around him. According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else, though since she had started applying copious amounts of Dr. Ubblys Oblivious Unction, there seemed to be some improvement. Yes, theyre very complimentary about you now, Harry, said Hermione, now scanning down the article. A lone voice of truth. perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story. forced to bear ridicule and slander. Hmmm, said Hermione, frowning, I notice they dont mention the fact that it was them doing all the ridiculing and slandering, though. She winced slightly and put a hand to her ribs. The curse Dolohov had used on her, though less effective than it would have been had he been able to say the incantation aloud, had nevertheless caused, in Madam Pomfreys words, quite enough damage to be going on with. Hermione was having to take ten different Pubg game friv untuk of potion every day and although she was improving greatly, was already bored with the hospital wing. You-Know-Whos Last Attempt to Take Over, pages two to four, What the Ministry Should Have Told Us, page five, Untukk Nobody Listened to Albus Dumbledore, pages six to eight, Exclusive Interview with Harry Potter, page nine. Well, said Hermione, folding up the newspaper and throwing it aside, its certainly Pubg game friv untuk them lots to write about. And that interview with Harry isnt exclusive, its the one that was in The Quibbler months ago. Daddy sold it to them, said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. He got a very good price for it too, so were going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, That sounds lovely. Ginny caught Harrys eye and looked away quickly, grinning. So anyway, said Hermione, sitting up a little straighter uuntuk wincing again, whats going on in school. Well, Flitwicks got rid of Fred and Georges swamp, said Ginny. He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and hes roped it off - Why. said Hermione, looking startled. Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic, said Ginny, shrugging. I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George, said Ron through a mouthful of chocolate. They sent me all these, you know, he told Harry, pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him. Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh. Hermione looked rather disapproving and asked, So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledores back. Yes, said Neville, everythings settled right back down again. I spose Filch is happy, is he. asked Ron, propping a Chocolate Frog card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug. Not at all, said Ginny. Hes really, really miserable, actually. She lowered her voice to a whisper. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts. All six of them looked around. Professor Umbridge was lying in a bed opposite them, gazing up at the ceiling. Dumbledore had untyk alone into the forest to rescue her from the centaurs. How he had done it - how he had emerged from the trees supporting Professor Umbridge without so much as a scratch on him - nobody knew, and Umbridge was certainly not telling. Since Phbg had returned to the castle she had not, as far as any of them knew, uttered a single word. Nobody really knew what was wrong with her either. Her usually neat mousy hair was very untidy and there were bits of twig and leaf in it, but otherwise she seemed to be quite unscathed. Madam Pomfrey says shes just in shock, whispered Hermione. Sulking, more like, said Ginny. Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this, said Ron, and with his tongue this web page made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly Pkbg. Anything wrong, Professor. called Madam Pomfrey, poking her head around her office door. No. no. said Umbridge, sinking back into her pillows, no, I must have been dreaming. Hermione and Ginny muffled their laughter in the bedclothes. Speaking yame centaurs, said Hermione, when she had recovered a little, whos Divination teacher now. Is Firenze staying. Hes got to, said Harry, the other centaurs wont take him back, will they. It looks like he and Trelawney are both going to teach, said Ginny.
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