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He　had　though　that　he　would　feel　elated　if　they　managed　to　steal　back　the　Horcrux；　but　somehow　he　did　not；　all　he　felt　as　he　sat　looking　out　at　the　darkness；　of　which　his　wand　lit　only　a　tiny　part；　was　worry　about　what　would　happen　next。　It　was　as　though　he　had　been　hurtling　toward　this　point　for　weeks；　months；　maybe　even　years；　but　how　he　had　come　to　an　abrupt　halt；　run　out　of　road。
There　were　other　Horcruxes　out　there　somewhere；　but　he　did　not　have　the　faintest　idea　where　they　could　be。　He　did　not　even　know　what　all　of　them　were。　Meanwhile　he　was　at　a　loss　to　know　how　to　destroy　the　only　one　that　they　had　found；　the　Horcrux　that　currently　lay　against　the　bare　flesh　of　his　chest。　Curiously；　it　had　not　taken　heat　from　his　body；　but　lay　so　cold　against　his　skin　it　might　just　have　emerged　from　icy　water。　From　time　to　time　Harry　thought；　or　perhaps　imagined；　that　he　could　feel　the　tiny　heartbeat　ticking　irregularly　alongside　his　own。　Nameless　forebodings　crept　upon　him　as　he　sat　there　in　the　dark。　He　tried　to　resist　them；　push　them　away；　yet　they　came　at　him　relentlessly。　iNeither　can　live　while　the　other　survivesi。　Ron　and　Hermione；　now　talking
softly　behind　him　in　the　tent；　could　walk　away　if　they　wanted　to：　He　could　not。　And　it　seemed　to　Harry　as　he　sat　there　trying　to　master　his　own　fear　and　exhaustion；　that　the　Horcrux　against　his　chest　was　ticking　away　the　time　he　had　left。　。　。　。　iStupid　ideai；　he　told　himself；　idon't　think　thati。　。　。　。
His　scar　was　starting　to　prickle　again。　He　was　afraid　that　he　was　making　it　happen　by　having　these　thoughts；　and　tried　to　direct　them　into　another　channel。　He　thought　of　poor　Kreacher；　who　had　expected　them　home　and　had　received　Yaxley　instead。　Would　the　elf　keep　silent　or　would　he　tell　the　Death　Eater　everything　he　knew？　Harry　wanted　to　believe　that　Kreacher　had　changed　towards　him　in　the　past　month；　that　he　would　be　loyal　now；　but　who　knew　what　would　happen？　What　if　the　Death　Eaters　tortured　the　elf？　Sick　images　swarmed　into　Harry's　head　and　he　tried　to　push　these　away　too；　for　there　was　nothing　he　could　do　for　Kreacher：　He　and　Hermione　had　already　decided　against　trying　to　summon　him；　what　if　someone　from　the　Ministry　came　too？　They　could　not　count　on　elfish　Apparition　being　free　from　the　same　flaw　that　had　taken　Yaxley　to　Grimmauld　Place　on　the　hem　of　Hermione's　sleeve。
Harry's　scar　was　burning　now。　He　thought　that　there　was　so　much　they　did　not　know：　Lupin　had　been　right　about　magic　they　had　never　encountered　or　imagined。　Why　hadn't　Dumbledore　explained　more？　Had　he　thought　that　there　would　be　time；　that　he　would　live　for　years；　for　centuries　perhaps；　like　his　friend　Nicolas　Flamel？　If　so；　he　had　been　wrong。　。　。　。　Snape　had　seen　to　that。　。　。　。　Snape；　the　sleeping　snake；　who　had　struck　at　the　top　of　the　tower　。　。　。
And　Dumbledore　had　fallen　。　。　。　fallen　。　。　。
〃iGive　it　to　me；　Gregorovitch。i〃
Harry's　voice　was　high；　clear；　and　cold；　his　wand　held　in　front　of　him　by　a　long…fingered　white　hand。　The　man　at　whom　he　was　pointing　was　suspended　upside　down　in　midair；　though　there　were　no　ropes　holding　him；　he　swung　there；　invisibly　and　eerily　bound；　his　limbs　wrapped　about　him；　his　terrified　face；　on　a　level　with　Harry's　ruddy　due　to　the　blood　that　had　rushed　to　his　head。　He　had　pure…white　hair　and　a　thick；　bushy　beard：　a　trussed…up　Father　Christmas。
〃I　have　it　not；　I　have　it　no　more！　It　was；　many　years　ago；　stolen　from　me！〃
〃Do　not　lie　to　Lord　Voldemort；　Gregorovitch。　He　knows。　。　。　。　He　always　knows。〃　The　hanging　man's　pupils　were　wide；　dilated　with　fear；　and　they　seemed　to　swell；　bigger　and　bigger　until　their　blackness　swallowed　Harry　whole　…
And　how　Harry　was　hurrying　along　a　dark　corridor　in　stout　little　Gregorovitch's　wake　as　he　held　a　lantern　aloft：　Gregorovitch　burst　into　the　room　at　the　end　of　the　passage　and　his　lantern　illuminated　what　looked　like　a　workshop；　wood　shavings　and　gold　gleamed　in　the　swinging　pool　of　light；　and　there　on　the　window　ledge　sat　perched；　like　a　giant　bird；　a　young　man　with　golden　hair。　In　the　split　second　that　the　lantern's　light　illuminated　him；　Harry　saw　the　delight　upon　his　handsome　face；　then　the　intruder　shot　a　Stunning　Spell　from　his　wand　and　jumped　neatly　backward　out　of　the　window　with　a　crow　of　laughter。
And　Harry　was　hurtling　back　out　of　those　wide；　tunnellike　pupils　and　Gregorovitch's　face　was　stricken　with　terror。
〃iWho　was　the　thief；　Gregorovitch？i〃　said　the　high　cold　voice。
〃iI　do　not　know；　I　never　knew；　a　young　man　…　no　…　please　…　PLEASE！〃i
A　scream　that　went　on　and　on　and　then　a　burst　of　green　light　…
〃iHarry！i〃
He　opened　his　eyes；　panting；　his　forehead　throbbing。　He　had　passed　out　against　the　side　of　the　tent；　had　slid　sideways　down　the　canvas；　and　was　sprawled　on　the　ground。　He　looked　up　at　Hermione；　whose　bushy　hair　obscured　the　tiny　patch　of　sky　visible　through　the　dark　branches　high　above　them。
〃Dream；〃　he　said；　sitting　up　quickly　and　attempting　to　meet　Hermione's　glower　with　a　look　of　innocence。　〃Must've　dozed　off；　sorry。〃
〃I　know　it　was　your　scar！　I　can　tell　by　the　look　on　your　face！　You　were　looking　into　Vol　…〃
〃Don't　say　his　name！〃　came　Ron's　angry　voice　from　the　depths　of　the　tent。
〃iFinei；〃　retorted　Hermione；　〃iYou…Know…Whoi's　mind；　then！〃　〃I　didn't　mean　it　to　happen！〃　Harry　said。　〃It　was　a　dream！　Can　iyoui　control　what　you　dream　about；　Hermione？〃
〃If　you　just　learned　to　apply　Occlumency　…〃
But　Harry　was　not　interested　in　being　told　off；　he　wanted　to　discuss　what　he　had　just　seen。
〃He's　found　Gregorovitch；　Hermione；　and　I　think　he's　killed　him；　but　before　he　killed　him　he　read　Gregorovitch's　mind　and　I　saw　…〃
〃I　think　I'd　better　take　over　the　watch　if　you're　so　tired　you're　falling　sleep；〃　said　Hermione　coldly。
〃I　can　finish　the　watch！〃
〃No；　you're　obviously　exhausted。　Go　and　lie　down。〃
She　dropped　down　in　the　mouth　of　the　tent；　looking　stubborn。　Angry；　but　wishing　to　avoid　a　row；　Harry　ducked　back　inside。
Ron's　still…pale　face　was　poking　out　from　the　lower　bunk；　Harry　climbed　into　the　one　above　him；　lay　down；　and　looked　up　at　the　dark　canvas　ceiling。　After　several　moments；　Ron　spoke　in　a　voice　so　low　that　it　would　not　carry　to　Hermione；　huddle　in　the　entrance。
〃What's　You…Know…Who　doing？〃
Harry　screwed　up　his　eyes　in　the　effort　to　remember　every　detail；　then　whispered　into　the　darkness。
〃He　found　Gregorovitch。　He　had　him　tied　up；　he　was　torturing　him。〃　〃How's　Gregorovitch　supposed　to　make　him　a　new　wand　if　he's　tied　up？〃
〃I　dunno。　。　。　。　It's　weird；　isn't　it？〃
Harry　closed　his　eyes；　thinking　of　all　that　he　had　seen　and　heard。　The　more　he　recalled；　the　less　sense　it　made。　。　。　。　Voldemort　had　said　nothing　about　Harry's　wand；　nothing　about　the　twin　cores；　nothing　about　Gregorovitch　making　a　new　and　more　powerful　wand　to　beat　Harry's。　。　。　。
〃He　wanted　something　from　Gregorovitch；〃　Harry　said；　eyes　still　closed　tight。　〃He　asked　him　to　hand　it　over；　but　Gregorovitch　said　it　had　been　stolen　from　him　。　。　。　and　then　。　。　。　then　。　。　。〃
He　remembered　how　he；　as　Voldemort；　had　seemed　to　hurtle　through　Gregorovitch's　eyes；　into　his　memories。　。　。　。
〃He　read　Gregorovitch's　mind；　and　I　saw　this　young　bloke　perched　on　a　windowsill；　and　he　fired　a　curse　at　Gregorovitch　and　jumped　out　of　sight。　He　stole　it；　he　stole　whatever　You…Know…Who's　after。　And　I　。　。　。　I　think　I've　seen　him　somewhere。　。　。　。〃
Harry　wished　he　could　have　another　glimpse　of　the　laughing　boy's　face。　The　theft　had　happened　many　years　ago；　according　to　Gregorovitch。　Why　did　the　young　thief　look　familiar？
The　noises　of　the　surrounding　woods　were　muffled　inside　the　tent；　all　Harry　could　hear　was　Ron's　breathing。　After　a　while；　Ron　whispered；　〃Couldn't　you　see　what　the　thief　was　holding？〃
〃No　。　。　。　it　must've　been　something　small。〃
〃Harry？〃
The　wooden　slats　of　Ron's　bunk　creaked　as　he　repositioned　himself　in　bed。
〃Harry；　you　don't　reckon　You…Know…Who's　after　something　else　to　turn　into　a　Horcrux？〃
〃I　don't　know；〃　said　Harry　slowly。　〃Maybe。　But　wouldn't　it　be　dangerous　for　him　to　make　another　one？　Didn't　Hermione　say　he　had　pushed　his　soul　to　the　limit　already？〃
〃Yeah；　but　maybe　he　doesn't　know　that。〃
〃Yeah　。　。　。maybe；〃　said　Harry。
He　had　been　sure　that　Voldemort　had　been　looking　for　a　way　around　the　problem　of　the　twin　cores；　sure　that　Voldemort　sought　a　solution　from　the　old　wandmaker　。　。　。　and　yet　he　had　killed　him；　apparently　without　asking　him　a　single　question　about　wandlore。
What　was　Voldemort　trying　to　find？　Why；　with　the　Ministry　of　Magic　and　the　Wizarding　world　at　his　feet；　was　he　far　away；　intent　on　the　pursuit　of　an　object　that　Gregorovitch　had　once　owned；　and　which　had　been　stolen　by　the　unknown　thief？
Harry　could　still　see　the　blond…haired　youth's　face；　it　was　merry；　wild；　there　was　a　Fred　and　George…ish　air　of　triumphant　trickery　about　him。　He　had　soared　from　the　windowsill　like　a　bird；　and　Harry　had　seen　him　before；　but　he　could　not　think　where。　。　。　。
With　Gregorovitch　dead；　it　was　the　merry…faced　thief　who　was　in　danger　now；　and　it　was　on　him　that　Harry's　thoughts　dwelled；　as　Ron's　snores　began　to　rumble　from　the　lower　bunk　and　as　he　himself　drifted　slowly　into　sleep　once　more。

pC0=〃Chapter　Fifteen：　The　Goblin's　Revenge〃
bChapter　Fifteen
iThe　Goblin's　Revengeib
Early　next　morning；　before　the　other　two　were　awake；　Harry　left　the　tent　to　search　the　woods　around　them　for　the　oldest；　most　gnarled；　and　resilient…looking　tree　he　could　find。　There　in　its　shadows　he　buried　Mad…Eye　Moody's　eye　and　marked　the　spot　by　gouging　a　small　cross　in　the　bark　with　his　wand。　It　was　not　much；　but　Harry　felt　that　Mad…Eye　would　have　much　preferred　this　to　being　stuck　on　Dolores　Umbridge's　door。　Then　he　returned　to　the　tent　to　wait　for　the　others　to　wake；　and　discuss　what　they　were　going　to　do　next。
Harry　and　Hermione　felt　that　it　was　best　not　to　stay　anywhere　too　long；　and　Ron　agreed；　wit　the　sole　proviso　that　their　next　move　took　them　within　reach　of　a　bacon　sandwich。　Hermione　therefore　removed　the　enchantments　she　had　placed　around　the　clearing；　while　Harry　and　Ron　obliterated　all　the　marks　and　impressions　on　the　ground　that　might　show　they　had　camped　there。　Then　they　Disapparated　to　the　outskirts　of　a　small　market　town。
Once　they　had　pitched　the　tent　in　the　shelter　of　a　small　copse　of　trees　and　surrounded　it　with　freshly　cast　def