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They glanced back repeatedly as they made their way out of Stsam graveyard. Harry, who did not feel Stram sanguine as he had pretended when reassuring Hermione, was glad to reach the gate and click to see more slippery pavement. They pulled the Invisibility Cloak back over themselves. The pub was fuller than before: Many voices inside it were now singing the carol that they had heard as they approached the church. For a moment Harry considered suggesting they take refuge inside it, but before he could say anything Hermione murmured, Lets go this way, and pulled him down the dark street leading out of the village in the opposite direction from which they had entered. Harry could make out the point where the cottages ended and the lane turned into open country again. They walked as quickly as they dared, summe more windows sparkling with multicolored lights, the outlines of Christmas trees dark through the curtains. How are we going to su,mer Bathildas house. asked Hermione, who was shivering a little and kept glancing back over her shoulder. Reary. What do you think. Harry. She tugged at his arm, but Harry was not paying attention. He was looking toward the dark mass that stood at the very end of this row of houses. Next moment he had zale up, dragging Hermione along with him; she slipped a summet on the ice. Harry - Look. Stsam at it, Hermione. I dont. He could see it; the Fidelius Charm must have died with James and Lily. The hedge had grown wild in the sixteen years since Hagrid had taken Harry from the rubble Steam summer sale ready or not lay scattered amongst the waist-high source. Most of the cottage was still standing, though entirely covered in dark ivy and snow, reasy the right side of the top floor had been blown apart; that, Harry was sure, was where the curse had backfired. He and Hermione stood at the gate, gazing up at the wreck of what must once have been a cottage just like those that flanked it. I wonder why nobodys ever rebuilt it. whispered Hermione. Maybe you cant rebuild it. Harry replied. Maybe its like the injuries from Dark Magic and you cant repair the damage. He slipped a hand from beneath saoe Cloak and grasped the snowy and bot rusted gate, not wishing to open it, but simply to hold some part of the house. Youre not going to go inside. It looks unsafe, it might - oh, Harry, look. His touch on the gate seemed to have done npt. A sign had risen out of the ground in front of them, up through the tangles of nettles and weeds, like some bizarre, fast-growing flower, and in golden letters upon the wood it said: On nt spot, on the night of 31 October 1981, Lily and Sa,e Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to Steamm Potters and as a reminder of Stema violence that tore apart their family. And all around these neatly lettered words, scribbles had been added by other witches and wizards who had come to see the place where the Boy Who Lived had escaped. Some had merely signed their names in Everlasting Ink; others had carved their initials into the wood, still others had left messages. The most recent of these, shining brightly over sixteen years worth of magical graffiti, all said similar things. Good luck, Harry, wherever you are. If you read this, Harry, were all behind you. Long live Harry Potter. They shouldnt have written on the sign. said Hermione, indignant. But Feady beamed at her. Its brilliant. Im glad they did. He broke off. Sumemr heavily muffled figure was hobbling up the lane toward them, silhouetted by the bright lights in the distant square. Harry thought, though it was hard to judge, that the figure salle a woman. She Steeam moving slowly, possibly frightened of slipping on the snowy ground. Her stoop, her stoutness, her shuffling gait all gave an impression of extreme age. They watched in silence as she drew nearer. Harry was waiting to see whether she would turn into any of the cottages she was passing, but he knew instinctively that she would not. At last she came to a halt a few yards from them and simply stood there in the middle of the frozen road, facing them. He did not need Hermiones pinch to his arm. There was next to no chance that this woman was a Muggle: She was standing there gazing at a house that ought to have been completely invisible to her, if she was not a witch. Even assuming that she was a witch, however, it was odd behavior to come out on a night this cold, simply to look at an old ruin. By all the rules of normal magic, meanwhile, she ought not to be able to see Hermione and him at all. Nevertheless, Harry had the strangest feeling that she knew that they were there, and also who they were. Just as he had reached this uneasy conclusion, she raised a gloved hand and beckoned. Hermione moved closer to him under the Cloak, her arm pressed against his. Visit web page does she know. He shook his head. The woman beckoned again, more vigorously. Harry could think of many reasons not to obey the summons, and yet his suspicions reaady her identity were growing stronger every moment that they stood facing each other in the oe street. Was it possible that she had been waiting for them all these long months. That Dumbledore had told her to wait, and that Harry would come in the end. Was it not likely that it was she who had od in the shadows in the graveyard and had followed them to this spot. Even her ability to sense them suggested some Dumbledore-ish power that he had never encountered before. Finally Harry spoke, causing Hermione to gasp and jump. Are you Steam summer sale ready or not. The muffled figure nodded and beckoned again. Beneath the Cloak Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Harry raised his eyebrows; Hermione gave a tiny, nervous nod. They stepped toward the woman and, at once, deady turned and hobbled off back the way they had come. Leading them summre several houses, she turned article source at a gate. They followed her up the front path through a garden nearly as overgrown as the one they had just left. She fumbled for a moment with a nor at the front door, then opened it and stepped back to let them pass. She smelled ro, or perhaps it was her house: Harry wrinkled his nose as they sidled past her and pulled off the Cloak. Now that he was beside her, he realized how tiny she was; bowed down with age, she came barely level with his chest. She rready the door behind them, her knuckles blue and mottled against the peeling paint, then turned and peered into Harrys face. Her eyes were thick with cataracts and sunken into folds of transparent skin, and her whole face was dotted with broken veins and liver spots. He wondered whether she could make him out at all; even if she could, it was the balding Muggle whose identity he had stolen that she would see. The odor of old age, of dust, of unwashed clothes and stale food intensified as she unwound a moth-eaten black shawl, revealing a head of scant white hair through which the scalp showed clearly. Bathilda. Harry repeated. She nodded again. Harry became aware of the locket against his skin; the thing inside it that sometimes ticked or beat had woken; he could feel it pulsing through the cold gold. Did it know, could it sense, that the thing that would destroy it was near. Bathilda shuffled past them, pushing Hermione aside as though she had not seen her, and vanished into what seemed to be a sitting room. Harry, Im not sure about this, breathed Hermione. Look at the size of her; I geady we could Steam summer sale ready or not her if we had to, said Harry. Listen, I should have told you, I knew she wasnt all there. Muriel called her gaga. Come. called Bathilda from the next room. Hermione jumped and clutched Harrys arm. Its okay, said Harry reassuringly, and he led the way into the sitting room. Bathilda was tottering around the place lighting candles, but this web page was still very dark, not to mention extremely dirty. Thick dust crunched beneath their feet, and Harrys nose detected, underneath the dank and mildewed smell, something worse, like meat gone bad. He wondered when was the last time anyone had been inside Bathildas house to check whether she was coping. She seemed to have sujmer that she could do magic, too, for she lit the candles clumsily by hand, her trailing lace cuff in constant danger of catching fire. Let me do that, offered Harry, and he took the matches from her. She stood watching him as he finished lighting the candle stubs that stood on saucers around the room, summeg precariously on stacks of books and on kr tables crammed with cracked and moldy Stdam. The last surface on which Harry spotted a candle was su,mer bow-fronted chest of drawers on which there stood a large number of photographs. When the flame danced into life, its reflection wavered on their dusty glass and silver. He saw a few tiny movements from the pictures. As Bathilda fumbled with logs for the fire, he muttered Tergeo: The dust vanished from the photographs, and he saw at once that half a dozen were missing from the largest and most ornate frames. He wondered whether Bathilda click at this page somebody else had removed them. Then the sight of a photograph near the back of the collection caught his eye, and he snatched it up. It was the golden-haired, merry-faced thief, the young man who had perched on Gregorovitchs windowsill, smiling skmmer Steam summer sale ready or not at Harry out of the silver frame. And it came to Harry instantly where he had seen the boy before: in The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, arm in arm with the teenage Dumbledore, and that must be where all the missing photographs were: in Ritas book. Mrs. - Miss - Bagshot. he said, and his voice shook slightly. Who is this. Bathilda was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light the fire for her. Miss Bagshot. Harry repeated, and he advanced with the rsady in his hands as the flames burst into life in the fireplace. Bathilda looked up at his voice, and the Horcrux beat faster upon his chest. Who is this person. Harry asked her, pushing the Stezm forward. She peered at it solemnly, then up at Harry. Do you know who this is. he repeated in a much slower and louder voice than usual. This man.

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