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　though　absurdly　of　a　child　counting　in　a　game　of　hide…and…seek。　Behind　his　head；　still　swirling　and　coiling；　the　great　snake　Nagini　floated　in　her　glittering；　charmed　cage；　like　a　monstrous　halo。
When　Dolohov　and　Yaxley　rejoined　the　circle；　Voldemort　looked　up。
〃No　sign　of　him；　my　Lord；〃　said　Dolohov。
Voldemort's　expression　did　not　change。　The　red　eyes　seemed　to　burn　in　the　firelight。　Slowly　he　drew　the　Elder　Wand　between　his　long　fingers。
〃My　Lord　a150a150〃
Bellatrix　had　spoken：　She　sat　closest　to　Voldemort；　disheveled；　her　face　a　little　bloody　but　otherwise　unharmed。
Voldemort　raised　his　hand　to　silence　her；　and　she　did　not　speak　another　word；　but　eyed　him　in　worshipful　fascination。
〃I　thought　he　would　come；〃　said　Voldemort　in　his　high；　clear　voice；　his　eyes　on　the　leaping　flames。　〃I　expected　him　to　come。〃
Nobody　spoke。　They　seemed　as　scared　as　Harry；　whose　heart　was　now　throwing　itself　against　his　ribs　as　though　determined　to　escape　the　body　he　was　about　to　cast　aside。　His　hands　were　sweating　as　he　pulled　off　the　Invisibility　Cloak　and　stuffed　it　beneath　his　robes；　with　his　wand。　He　did　not　want　to　be　tempted　to　fight。
〃I　was；　it　seems　。　。　。　mistaken；〃　said　Voldemort。
〃You　weren't。〃
Harry　said　it　as　loudly　as　he　could；　with　all　the　force　he　could　muster：　He　did　not　want　to　sound　afraid。　The　Resurrection　Stone　slipped　from　between　his　numb　fingers；　and　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eyes　he　saw　his　parents；　Sirius；　and　Lupin　vanish　as　he　stepped　forward　into　the　firelight。　At　that　moment　he　felt　that　nobody　mattered　but　Voldemort。　It　was　just　the　two　of　them。
The　illusion　was　gone　as　soon　as　it　had　come。　The　giants　roared　as　the　Death　Eaters　rose　together；　and　there　were　many　cries；　gasps；　even　laughter。　Voldemort　had　frozen　where　he　stood；　but　his　red　eyes　had　found　Harry；　and　he　stared　as　Harry　moved　toward　him；　with　nothing　but　the　fire　between　them。
Then　a　voice　yelled：　〃HARRY！　NO！〃
He　turned：　Hagrid　was　bound　and　trussed；　tied　to　a　tree　nearby。　His　massive　body　shook　the　branches　overhead　as　he　struggled；　desperate。
〃NO！　NO！　HARRY；　WHAT'RE　YEH　a150a150　？〃
〃QUIET！〃　shouted　Rowle；　and　with　a　flick　of　his　wand；　Hagrid　was　silenced。
Bellatrix；　who　had　leapt　to　her　feet；　was　looking　eagerly　from　Voldemort　to　Harry；　her　breast　heaving。　The　only　things　that　moved　were　the　flames　and　the　snake；　coiling　and　uncoiling　in　the　glittering　cage　behind　Voldemort's　head。
Harry　could　feel　his　wand　against　his　chest；　but　he　made　no　attempt　to　draw　it。　He　knew　that　the　snake　was　too　well　protected；　knew　that　if　he　managed　to　point　the　wand　at　Nagini；　fifty　curses　would　hit　him　first。　And　still；　Voldemort　and　Harry　looked　at　each　other；　and　now　Voldemort　tilted　his　head　a　little　to　the　side；　considering　the　boy　standing　before　him；　and　a　singularly　mirthless　smile　curled　the　lipless　mouth。
〃Harry　Potter；〃　he　said　very　softly。　His　voice　might　have　been　part　of　the　spitting　fire。　〃The　Boy　Who　Lived。〃
None　of　the　Death　Eaters　moved。　They　were　waiting：　Everything　was　waiting。　Hagrid　was　struggling；　and　Bellatrix　was　panting；　and　Harry　thought　inexplicably　of　Ginny；　and　her　blazing　look；　and　the　feel　of　her　lips　on　his　a150a150
Voldemort　had　raised　his　wand。　His　head　was　still　tilted　to　one　side；　like　a　curious　child；　wondering　what　would　happen　if　he　proceeded。　Harry　looked　back　into　the　red　eyes；　and　wanted　it　to　happen　now；　quickly；　while　he　could　still　stand；　before　he　lost　control；　before　he　betrayed　fear　a150a150
He　saw　the　mouth　move　and　a　flash　of　green　light；　and　everything　was　gone。

pC0=〃Chapter　Thirty…Five：　King's　Cross〃
bChapter　Thirty…Five
iKing's　Crossib
He　lay　facedown；　listening　to　the　silence。　He　was　perfectly　alone。　Nobody　was　watching。　Nobody　else　was　there。　He　was　not　perfectly　sure　that　he　was　there　himself。
A　long　time　later；　or　maybe　no　time　at　all；　it　came　to　him　that　he　must　exist；　must　be　more　than　disembodied　thought；　because　he　was　lying；　definitely　lying；　on　some　surface。　Therefore　he　had　a　sense　of　touch；　and　the　thing　against　which　he　lay　existed　too。
Almost　as　soon　as　he　had　reached　this　conclusion；　Harry　became　conscious　that　he　was　naked。　Convinced　as　he　was　of　his　total　solitude；　this　did　not　concern　him；　but　it　did　intrigue　him　slightly。　He　wondered　whether；　as　he　could　feel；　he　would　be　able　to　see。　In　opening　them；　he　discovered　that　he　had　eyes。
He　lay　in　a　bright　mist；　though　it　was　not　like　mist　he　had　ever　experienced　before。　His　surroundings　were　not　hidden　by　cloudy　vapor；　rather　the　cloudy　vapor　had　not　yet　formed　into　surroundings。　The　floor　on　which　he　lay　seemed　to　be　white；　neither　warm　nor　cold；　but　simply　there；　a　flat；　blank　something　on　which　to　be。
He　sat　up。　His　body　appeared　unscathed。　He　touched　his　face。　He　was　not　wearing　glasses　anymore。
Then　a　noise　reached　him　through　the　unformed　nothingness　that　surrounded　him：　the　small　soft　thumpings　of　something　that　flapped；　flailed；　and　struggled。　It　was　a　pitiful　noise；　yet　also　slightly　indecent。　He　had　the　uncomfortable　feeling　that　he　was　eavesdropping　on　something　furtive；　shameful。
For　the　first　time；　he　wished　he　were　clothed。
Barely　had　the　wish　formed　in　his　head　than　robes　appeared　a　short　distance　away。　He　took　them　and　pulled　them　on。　They　were　soft；　clean；　and　warm。　It　was　extraordinary　how　they　had　appeared　just　like　that；　the　moment　he　had　wanted　them。　。　。　。
He　stood　up；　looking　around。　Was　he　in　some　great　Room　of　Requirement？　The　longer　he　looked；　the　more　there　was　to　see。　A　great　domed　glass　roof　glittered　high　above　him　in　sunlight。　Perhaps　it　was　a　palace。　All　was　hushed　and　still；　except　for　those　odd　thumping　and　whimpering　noises　coming　from　somewhere　close　by　in　the　mist。　。　。　。
Harry　turned　slowly　on　the　spot；　and　his　surroundings　seemed　to　invent　themselves　before　his　eyes。　A　wide…open　space；　bright　and　clean；　a　hall　larger　by　far　than　the　Great　Hall；　with　that　clear　domed　glass　ceiling。　It　was　quite　empty。　He　was　the　only　person　there；　except　for　…
He　recoiled。　He　had　spotted　the　thing　that　was　making　the　noises。　It　had　the　form　of　a　small；　naked　child；　curled　on　the　ground；　its　skin　raw　and　rough；　flayed…looking；　and　it　lay　shuddering　under　a　seat　where　it　had　been　left；　unwanted；　stuffed　out　of　sight；　struggling　for　breath。
He　was　afraid　of　it。　Small　and　fragile　and　wounded　though　it　was；　he　did　not　want　to　approach　it。　Nevertheless　he　drew　slowly　nearer；　ready　to　jump　back　at　any　moment。　Soon　he　stood　near　enough　to　touch　it；　yet　he　could　not　bring　himself　to　do　it。　He　felt　like　a　coward。　He　ought　to　comfort　it；　but　it　repulsed　him。
〃You　cannot　help。〃
He　spun　around。　Albus　Dumbledore　was　walking　toward　him；　sprightly　and　upright；　wearing　sweeping　robes　of　midnight　blue。
〃Harry。〃　He　spread　his　arms　wide；　and　his　hands　were　both　whole　and　white　and　undamaged。　〃You　wonderful　boy。　You　brave；　brave　man。　Let　us　walk。〃
Stunned；　Harry　followed　as　Dumbledore　strode　away　from　where　the　flayed　child　lay　whimpering；　leading　him　to　two　seats　that　Harry　had　not　previously　noticed；　set　some　distance　away　under　that　high；　sparkling　ceiling。　Dumbledore　sat　down　in　one　of　them；　and　Harry　fell　into　the　other；　staring　at　his　old　headmaster's　face。　Dumbledore's　long　silver　hair　and　beard；　the　piercingly　blue　eyes　behind　half…moon　spectacles；　the　crooked　nose：　Everything　was　as　he　had　remembered　it。　And　yet　。　。　。
〃But　you're　dead；〃　said　Harry。
〃Oh　yes；〃　said　Dumbledore　matter…of…factly。
〃Then　。　。　。　I'm　dead　too？〃
〃Ah；〃　said　Dumbledore；　smiling　still　more　broadly。　〃That　is　the　question；　isn't　it？　On　the　whole；　dear　boy；　I　think　not。〃
They　looked　at　each　other；　the　old　man　still　beaming。
〃Not？〃　repeated　Harry。
〃Not；〃　said　Dumbledore。
〃But　。　。　。〃　Harry　raised　his　hand　instinctively　toward　the　lightning　scar。　It　did　not　seem　to　be　there。　〃But　I　should　have　died　…　I　didn't　defend　myself！　I　meant　to　let　him　kill　me！〃
〃And　that；〃　said　Dumbledore；　〃will；　I　think；　have　made　all　the　difference。〃
Happiness　seemed　to　radiate　from　Dumbledore　like　light；　like　fire：　Harry　had　never　seen　the　man　so　utterly；　so　palpably　content。
〃Explain；〃　said　Harry。
〃But　you　already　know；〃　said　Dumbledore。　He　twiddled　his　thumbs　together。
〃I　let　him　kill　me；〃　said　Harry。　〃Didn't　I？〃
〃You　did；〃　said　Dumbledore；　nodding。　〃Go　on！〃
〃So　the　part　of　his　soul　that　was　in　me　。　。　。〃
Dumbledore　nodded　still　more　enthusiastically；　urging　Harry　onward；　a　broad　smile　of　encouragement　on　his　face。
〃。　。　。　has　it　gone？〃
〃Oh　yes！〃　said　Dumbledore。　〃Yes；　he　destroyed　it。　Your　soul　is　whole；　and　completely　your　own；　Harry。〃
〃But　then　。　。　。〃
Harry　trembled　over　his　shoulder　to　where　the　small；　maimed　creature　trembled　under　the　chair。
〃What　is　that；　Professor？〃
〃something　that　is　beyond　either　of　our　help；〃　said　Dumbledore。
〃But　if　Voldemort　used　the　Killing　Curse；〃　Harry　started　again；　〃and　nobody　died　for　me　this　time　…　how　can　I　be　alive？〃
〃I　think　you　know；〃　said　Dumbledore。　〃Think　back。　Remember　what　he　did；　in　his　ignorance；　in　his　greed　and　his　cruelty。〃
Harry　thought。　He　let　his　gaze　drift　over　his　surroundings。　If　it　was　indeed　a　palace　in　which　they　sat；　it　was　an　odd　one；　with　chairs　set　in　little　rows　and　bits　of　railing　here　and　there；　and　still；　he　and　Dumbledore　and　the　stunted　creatures　under　the　chair　were　the　only　beings　there。　Then　the　answer　rose　to　his　lips　easily；　without　effort。
〃He　took　my　blood；〃　said　Harry。
〃Precisely！〃　said　Dumbledore。　〃He　took　your　blood　and　rebuilt　his　living　body　with　it！　Your　blood　in　his　veins；　Harry；　Lily's　protection　inside　both　of　you！　He　thethered　you　to　life　while　he　lives！〃
〃I　live　。　。　。　while　he　lives？　But　I　thought　。　。　。　I　thought　it　was　the　other　way　around！　I　thought　we　both　had　to　die？　Or　is　it　the　same　thing？〃
He　was　distracted　by　the　whimpering　and　thumping　of　the　agonized　creature　behind　them　and　glanced　back　at　it　yet　again。
〃Are　you　sure　we　can't　do　anything？〃
〃There　is　no　help　possible。〃
〃Then　explain　。　。　。　more；〃　said　Harry；　and　Dumbledore　smiled。
〃You　were　the　seventh　Horcrux；　Harry；　the　Horcrux　he　never　meant　to　make。　He　had　rendered　his　soul　so　unstable　that　it　broke　apart　when　he　committed　those　acts　of　unspeakable　evil；　the　murder　of　your　parents；　the　attempted　killing　of　a　child。　But　what　escaped　from　that　room　was　even　less　than　he　knew。　He　left