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od。　I　cannot　promise　it。　But　I　know　this；　Harry；　that　you　have　less　to　fear　from　returning　here　than　he　does。〃
Harry　glanced　again　at　the　raw　looking　thing　that　trembled　and　choked　in　the　shadow　beneath　the　distant　chair。
〃Do　not　pity　the　dead；　Harry。　Pity　the　living；　and　above　all；　those　who　live　without　love。　By　returning；　you　may　ensure　that　fewer　souls　are　maimed；　fewer　families　are　torn　apart。　If　that　seems　to　you　a　worthy　goal；　they　we　saw　good…bye　for　the　present。〃
Harry　nodded　and　sighed。　Leaving　this　place　would　not　be　nearly　as　hard　as　walking　into　the　forest　had　been；　but　it　was　warm　and　light　and　peaceful　here；　and　he　knew　that　he　was　heading　back　to　pain　and　the　fear　of　more　loss。　He　stood　up；　and　Dumbledore　did　the　same；　and　they　looked　for　a　long　moment　into　each　other's　faces。
〃Tell　me　one　last　thing；〃　said　Harry；　〃Is　this　real？　Or　has　this　been　happening　inside　my　head？〃
Dumbledore　beamed　at　him；　and　his　voice　sounded　loud　and　strong　in　Harry's　ears　even　though　the　bright　mist　was　descending　again；　obscuring　his　figure。
〃Of　course　it　is　happening　inside　your　head；　Harry；　but　why　on　earth　should　that　mean　it　is　not　real？〃

pC0=〃Chapter　Thirty…Six：　The　Flaw　in　the　Plan〃
bChapter　Thirty…Six
iThe　Flaw　in　the　Planib
He　was　flying　facedown　on　the　grond　again。　The　smell　of　the　forest　filled　his　nostrils。　He　could　feel
the　cold　hard　ground　beneath　his　cheek；　and　the　hinge　of　his　glasses　which　have　been　knocked　sideways
by　the　fall　cutting　into　his　temple。　Every　inch　of　him　ached；　and　the　place　where　Killing　Curse　had　hit　him
felt　like　the　bruise　of　an　iron…clad　punch。　He　did　not　stir；　but　he　remained　exactly　where　he　had　fallen；　with
his　left　arm　bent　out　at　an　akward　angle　and　his　mouth　gaping。
He　had　expected　to　hear　cheer　of　triumph　and　jubilation　at　his　death；　but　instead　hurried　footsteps；
whispers；　and　solicitous　murmurs　filled　the　air。
〃My　Lord。。。　imy　Lordi。。。〃
It　was　Bellatrix's　voice；　and　she　spoke　as　if　to　a　lover。　Harry　did　not　dare　open　his　eyes；　but　allowed
his　other　senses　to　explore　his　predicament。　He　knew　that　his　wand　was　still　stowed　beneath　his　robes　because
he　could　feel　it　pressed　between　his　chest　and　the　ground。　A　slight　cushioning　effect　in　the　area　of　his　stomach
told　him　that　the　Invisibility　Cloak　was　also　there；　stuffed　out　of　sight。
〃iMy　Lordi。。。〃
〃That　will　do；〃　said　Voldemort's　voice。
More　footsteps。　Several　people　were　backing　away　from　the　same　spot。　Desperate　to　see　what　was
happening　and　why；　Harry　opened　his　eyes　by　a　milimeter。
Voldemort　seemed　to　be　getting　to　his　feet。　Various　Death　Eaters　were　hurrying　away　from　him；
returning　to　the　crowd　lining　the　clearing。　Bellatrix　alone　remained　behind；　kneeling　beside　Voldemort。
Harry　closed　his　eyes　again　and　considered　what　he　had　seen。　The　Death　Eaters　have　been　buddled
around　Voldemort；　who　seem　to　have　fallen　to　the　ground。　Something　had　happened　when　he　had　hit　Harry　with
the　Killing　Curse。　Had　Voldemort　too　collapsed？　It　seemed　like　it。　And　both　of　them　had　briefly　fallen　unconcious
and　both　of　them　had　now　returned。　。　。
〃My　Lord；　let　me　a150a150〃
〃I　do　not　require　assitance；〃　said　Voldemort　coldly；　and　though　he　could　not　see　it；　Harry　pictured
Bellatrix　withdrawing　a　helpful　hand。　〃The　boy　。　。　。　Is　he　dead？〃
There　was　a　complete　silence　in　the　clearing。　Nobody　approached　Harry；　but　he　felt　their　concentraded
gaze；　it　seemed　to　press　him　harder　into　the　ground；　and　he　was　terrified　a　finger　or　an　eyelid　might　twitch。
〃You；〃　said　Voldemort；　and　there　was　a　bang　and　a　small　shrick　of　pain。　〃Examine　him。　Tell　me　whether　he　is　dead。〃
Harry　did　not　know　who　had　been　sent　to　verify。　He　could　only　lie　there；　with　his　heart　thumping　traitorously；　and　wait　to　be
examined；　but　at　the　same　time　nothing；　small　comfort　through　it　was；　that　Voldemort　was　wary　of　approaching　him；　that　Voldemort
suspected　that　all　had　not　gone　to　plan　。　。　。　。
Hands；　softer　than　he　had　been　expecting；　touched　Harry's　face；　and　felt　his　heart。　He　could　hear　the　woman's　fast　breathing；
her　pounding　of　life　against　his　ribs。
〃iIs　Draco　alive？　Is　he　in　the　castle？〃i
The　whisper　was　barely　audible；　her　lips　were　an　inch　from　his　car；　her　head　bent　so　low　that　her　long　hair　shielded　his　face
from　the　onlookers。
i〃Yes；〃i　he　breathed　back。
He　felt　the　hand　on　his　chest　contract：　her　nails　pierced　him。　Then　it　was　withdrawn。　She　had　sat　up。
〃He　is　dead！〃　Narcissa　Malfoy　called　to　the　watchers。
And　now　they　shouted；　now　they　yelled　in　triumph　and　stamped　their　feet；　and　through　his　eyelids；　Harry　saw　bursts　of　red
and　silver　light　shoot　into　the　air　in　celebration。
Still　feigning　death　on　the　ground；　he　understood。　Narcissa　knew　that　the　only　way　she　would　be　permitted　to　enter　Hogwarts；
and　find　her　son；　was　as　part　of　the　conquering　army。　She　no　longer　cared　whether　Voldemort　won。
〃You　see？〃　screeched　Voldemort　over　the　tumult。　〃Harry　Potter　is　dead　by　my　hand；　and　no　man　alive　can　threaten　me　now！
Watch！　iCrucio！i〃
Harry　had　been　expecting　it；　knew　his　body　would　not　be　allowed　to　remain　unsullied　upon　the　forest　floor；　it　must　be　subjected
to　humiliation　to　prove　Voldemort's　victory。　He　was　lifted　into　the　air；　and　it　took　all　his　determination　to　remain　limp；　yet　the　pain　he
expected　did　not　come。　He　was　thrown　once；　twice；　three　times　into　the　air。　His　glasses　flew　off　and　he　felt　his　wand　slide　a　little　beneath
his　robes；　but　he　kept　himself　floppy　and　lifeless；　and　when　he　fell　no　ground　for　the　last　time；　the　clearing　echoed　with　jeers　and　shrieks
of　laughter。
〃Now；〃　said　Voldemort；　〃we　go　to　the　castle；　and　show　them　what　has　become　of　their　hero。　Who　shall　drag　the　body？　No　…　Wait　…　〃
There　was　a　fresh　outbreak　of　laughter；　and　after　a　few　moments　Harry　felt　the　ground　trembling　beneath　him。
〃You　carry　him；〃　Voldemort　said。　〃He　will　be　nice　and　visible　in　your　arms；　will　he　not？　Pick　up　your　little　friend；　Hagrid。　And　the
glasses　…　put　on　the　glasses　…　he　must　be　recognizable　…　〃
Someone　slammed　Harry's　glasses　back　onto　his　face　with　deliberate　force；　but　the　enormous　hands　that　lifted　him　into　the　air
were　exceedingly　gentle。　Harry　could　feel　Hagrid's　arms　trembling　with　the　force　of　his　heaving　sobs；　great　tears　splashed　down　upon　him
as　Hagrid　cradled　Harry　in　his　arms；　and　Harry　did　not　dare；　by　movement　or　word；　to　intimate　to　Hagrid　that　all　was　not；　yet；　lost。
〃Move；〃　said　Voldemort；　and　Hagrid　stumbled　forward；　forcing　his　way　through　the　close…growing　trees；　back　through　the　forest。
Branches　caught　at　Harry's　hair　and　robes；　but　he　lay　quiescent；　his　mouth　lolling　open；　his　eyes　shut；　and　in　the　darkness；　while　the
Death　Eaters　croed　all　around　them；　and　while　Hagrid　sobbed　blindly；　nobody　looked　to　see　whether　a　pulse　beat　in　the　exposed　neck　of
Harry　Potter。　。　。　。
The　two　giants　crashed　along　behind　the　Death　Eaters；　Harry　could　hear　trees　creaking　and　falling　as　they　passed；　they　made　so
much　din　that　birds　toes　shrieking　into　the　sky；　and　even　the　jeers　of　the　Death　Eaters　were　drowned。　The　victorious　procession　marched
on　toward　the　open　ground；　and　after　a　while　Harry　could　tell；　by　the　lightening　of　the　darkness　through　his　closed　eyelids；　that　the　trees
were　beginning　to　thin。
〃BANE！〃
Hagrid's　unexpected　bellow　nearly　forced　Harry's　eyes　open。　〃Happy　now；　are　yeh；　that　yeh　didn't　fight；　yeh　cowardly　bunch　o'　nags？
Are　yeh　happy　Harry　Potter's　…　d…dead　。　。　。　？〃
Hagrid　could　not　continue；　but　broke　down　in　fresh　tears。　Harry　wondered　how　many　centaurs　were　watching　their　procession　pass；
he　dared　not　open　his　eyes　to　look。　Some　of　the　Death　Eaters　called　insults　at　the　centaurs　as　they　left　them　behind。　A　little　later；　Harry
sensed；　by　a　freshening　of　the　air；　that　they　had　reached　the　edge　of　the　forest。
〃Stop。〃
Harry　thought　that　Hagrid　must　have　been　forced　to　obey　Voldemort's　command；　because　he　lurched　a　little。　And　now　a　chill　settled
over　them　where　they　sood；　and　Harry　heard　the　rasping　breath　of　the　dementors　that　patrolled　the　other　trees。　They　would　not　affect　him　now。
The　fact　of　his　own　survival　burned　inside　him；　a　talisman　against　them；　as　though　his　father's　stag　kept　guardian　in　his　heart。
Someone　passed　close　by　Harry；　and　he　knew　that　it　was　Voldemort　himself　because　he　spoke　a　moment　later；　his　voice　magically
magnified　so　that　it　swelled　through　the　ground；　crashing　upon　Harry's　eardrums。
〃Harry　Potter　is　dead。　He　was　killed　as　he　ran　away；　trying　to　save　himself　while　you　lay　down　your　lives　for　him。　We　bring　you　his
body　as　proof　that　your　hero　is　gone。
〃The　battle　is　won。　You　have　lost　half　of　your　fighters。　My　Death　Eaters　outnumber　you；　and　the　Boy　Who　Lived　is　finished。　There　must
be　no　more　war。　Anyone　who　continues　to　resist；　man；　woman　or　child；　will　be　slaughtered；　as　will　every　member　of　their　family。　Come　out　of　the
castle　now；　kneel　before　me；　and　you　shall　be　spared。　Your　parents　and　children；　your　brothers　and　sisters　will　live　and　be　forgiven；　and　you　will
join　me　in　the　new　world　we　shall　build　togheter。〃
There　was　silence　in　the　grounds　and　from　the　castle。　Voldemort　was　so　close　to　him　that　Harry　did　not　dare　open　his　eyes　again。
〃Come；〃　said　Voldemort；　and　Harry　heard　him　move　ahead；　and　Hagrid　was　forced　to　follow。　Now　Harry　opened　his　eyes　a　fraction；　and　saw
Voldemort　striding　in　front　them；　wearing　the　great　snake　Nagini　around　his　shoulders；　now　free　of　her　enchanted　cage。　But　Harry　had　no　possibility
of　extracting　the　wand　concealed　under　his　robes　without　being　noticed　by　the　Death　Eaters；　who　marched　on　the　either　side　of　them　through　the
slowly　lightening　darkness　。　。　。　。
〃Harry；〃　sobbed　Hagrid。　〃Oh；　Harry　。　。　。　Harry　。　。　。〃
Harry　shut　his　eyes　tight　again。　He　knew　that　they　were　approaching　the　castle　and　strained　his　ears　to　distinguish；　above　the　gleeful　voices
of　the　Death　Eaters　and　their　tramping　footsteps；　signs　of　life　from　those　within。
〃Stop。〃
The　Death　Eaters　camte　to　a　halt；　Harry　heard　them　spreading　out　in　a　line　facing　the　opne　front　doors　of　the　school。　He　could　see；　even
though　his　closed　lids；　the　teddish　glow　that　meant　light　streamed　upon　him　from　the　entrance　hall。　He　waited。　Any　moment；　the　people　for　whom
he　had　tried　to　die　would　see　him；　lying　apparently　dead；　in　Hagr