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tily　piled　against　it　with　one　lazy　wave　of　his　wand　。。。　and　there　she　stood；　the　child　in　her　arms。　At　the　sight　of　him；　she　dropped　her　son　into　the　crib　behind　her　and　threw　her　arms　wide；　as　if　this　would　help；　as　if　in　shielding　him　from　sight　she　hoped　to　be　chosen　instead　。。。　〃Not　Harry；　not　Harry；　please　not　Harry！〃　〃Stand　aside；　you　silly　girl。。。　stand　aside；　now。〃　〃Not　Harry；　please　no；　take　me；　kill　me　instead　a150a150〃　〃This　is　my　last　warning　a150a150〃　〃Not　Harry！　Please　。。。　have　mercy　。。。　have　mercy　。。。　Not　Harry！　Not　Harry！　Please　a150a150　I'll　do　anything　。。。〃　〃Stand　aside。　Stand　aside；　girl！〃　He　could　have　forced　her　away　from　the　crib；　but　it　seemed　more　prudent　to　finish　them　all　。。。　The　green　light　flashed　around　the　room　and　she　dropped　like　her　husband。　The　child　had　not　cried　all　this　time。　He　could　stand；　clutching　the　bars　of　his　crib；　and　he　looked　up　into　the　intruder's　face　with　a　kind　of　bright　interest；　perhaps　thinking　that　it　was　his　father　who　hid　beneath　the　cloak；　making　more　pretty　lights；　and　his　mother　would　pop　up　any　moment；　laughing　a150a150　He　pointed　the　wand　very　carefully　into　the　boy's　face：　He　wanted　to　see　it　happen；　the
destruction　of　this　one；　inexplicable　danger。　The　child　began　to　cry：　It　had　seen　that　he　was　not　James。　He　did　not　like　it　crying；　he　had　never　been　able　to　stomach　the　small　ones　whining　in　the　orphanage　a150a150　〃Avada　Kedavra！〃　And　then　he　broke。　He　was　nothing；　nothing　but　pain　and　terror；　and　he　must　hide　himself；　not　here　in　the　rubble　of　the　ruined　house；　where　the　child　was　trapped　screaming；　but　far　away　。。。　far　away　。。。　〃No；〃　he　moaned。　The　snake　rustled　on　the　filthy；　cluttered　floor；　and　he　had　killed　the　boy；　and　yet　he　was　the　boy　。。。　〃No。。。〃　And　now　he　stood　at　the　broken　window　of　Bathilda's　house；　immersed　in　memories　of　his　greatest　loss；　and　at　his　feet　the　great　snake　slithered　over　broken　china　and　glass。。。　He　looked　down　and　saw　something。。。　something　incredible。。。　〃No。。。〃　〃Harry；　it's　all　right；　you're　all　right！〃　He　stooped　down　and　picked　up　the　smashed　photograph。　There　he　was；　the　unknown　thief；　the　thief　he　was　seeking。。。　〃No。。。　I　dropped　it。。。　I　dropped　it　。。。〃　〃Harry；　it's　okay；　wake　up；　wake　up！〃　He　was　Harry。。。　Harry；　not　Voldemort　。。。　and　the　thing　that　was　rustling　was　not　a　snake　。。。　He　opened　his　eyes。　〃Harry；〃　Hermione　whispered。　〃Do　you　feel　all　a150a150　all　right？〃　〃Yes；〃　he　lied。　He　was　in　the　tent；　lying　on　one　of　the　lower　bunks　beneath　a　heap　of　blankets。　He　could　tell　that　it　was　almost　dawn　by　the　stillness　and　quality　of　the　cold；　flat　light　beyond　the　canvas　ceiling。　He　was　drenched　in　sweat；　he　could　feel　it　on　the　sheets　and　blankets。　〃We　got　away。〃　〃Yes；〃　said　Hermione。　〃I　had　to　use　a　Hover　Charm　to　get　you　into　your　bunk。　I　couldn't
lift　you。　You've　been　。。。　Well；　you　haven't　been　quite　。。。〃　There　were　purple　shadows　under　her　brown　eyes　and　he　noticed　a　small　sponge　in　her　hand：　She　had　been　wiping　his　face。　〃You've　been　ill；〃　she　finished。　〃Quite　ill。〃　〃How　long　ago　did　we　leave？〃　〃Hours　ago。　It's　nearly　morning。〃　〃And　I've　been。。。　what；　unconscious？〃　〃Not　exactly；〃　said　Hermione　uncomfortably。　〃You've　been　shouting　and　moaning　and　。。。　things；〃　she　added　in　a　tone　that　made　Harry　feel　uneasy。　What　had　he　done？　Screamed　curses　like　Voldemort；　cried　like　the　baby　in　the　crib？　〃I　couldn't　get　the　Horcrux　off　you；〃　Hermione　said；　and　he　knew　she　wanted　to　change　the　subject。　〃It　was　stuck；　stuck　to　your　chest。　You've　got　a　mark；　I'm　sorry；　I　had　to　use　a　Severing　Charm　to　get　it　away。　The　snake　hit　you　too；　but　I've　cleaned　the　wound　and　put　some　dittany　on　it　。。。〃　He　pulled　the　sweaty　T…shirt　he　was　wearing　away　from　himself　and　looked　down。　There　was　a　scarlet　oval　over　his　heart　where　the　locket　had　burned　him。　He　could　also　see　the　half　healed　puncture　marks　to　his　forearm。　〃Where've　you　put　the　Horcrux？〃　〃In　my　bag。　I　think　we　should　keep　it　off　for　a　while。〃　He　lay　back　on　his　pillows　and　looked　into　her　pinched　gray　face。　〃We　shouldn't　have　gone　to　Godric's　Hollow。　It's　my　fault；　it's　all　my　fault。　Hermione；　I'm　sorry。〃　〃It's　not　you　fault。　I　wanted　to　go　too；　I　really　thought　Dumbledore　might　have　left　the　sword　there　for　you。〃　〃Yeah；　well　。。。　we　got　that　wrong；　didn't　we？〃　〃What　happened；　Harry？　What　happened　when　she　took　you　upstairs？　Was　the　snake　hiding　somewhere？　Did　it　just　come　out　and　kill　her　and　attack　you？〃　〃No。〃　he　said。　〃She　was　the　snake　。。。　or　the　snake　was　her　。。。　all　along。〃　〃W…what？〃
He　closed　his　eyes。　He　could　still　smell　Bathilda's　house　on　him；　it　made　the　whole　thing　horribly　vivid。　〃Bathilda　must've　been　dead　a　while。　The　snake　was　。。。　was　inside　her。　You…Know…Who　put　it　there　in　Godric's　Hollow；　to　wait。　You　were　right。　He　knew　I'd　go　back。〃　〃The　snake　was　inside　her？〃　He　opened　his　eyes　again。　Hermione　looked　revolted；　nauseated。　〃Lupin　said　there　would　be　magic　we'd　never　imagined。〃　Harry　said。　〃She　didn't　want　to　talk　in　front　of　you；　because　it　was　Parseltongue；　all　Parseltongue；　and　I　didn't　realize；　but　of　course　I　could　understand　her。　Once　we　were　up　in　the　room；　the　snake　sent　a　message　to　You…Know…Who；　I　heard　it　happen　inside　my　head；　I　felt　him　get　excited；　he　said　to　keep　me　there　。。。　and　then　。。。〃　He　remembered　the　snake　coming　out　of　Bathilda's　neck：　Hermione　did　not　need　to　know　the　details。　〃。。。she　changed；　changed　into　the　snake；　and　attacked。〃　He　looked　down　at　the　puncture　marks。　〃It　wasn't　supposed　to　kill　me；　just　keep　me　there　till　You…Know…Who　came。〃　If　he　had　only　managed　to　kill　the　snake；　it　would　have　been　worth　it；　all　of　it　。。。　Sick　at　heart；　he　sat　up　and　threw　back　the　covers。　〃Harry；　no；　I'm　sure　you　ought　to　rest！〃　〃You're　the　one　who　needs　sleep。　No　offense；　but　you　look　terrible。　I'm　fine。　I'll　keep　watch　for　a　while。　Where's　my　wand？〃　She　did　not　answer；　she　merely　looked　at　him。　〃Where's　my　wand；　Hermione？〃　She　was　biting　her　lip；　and　tears　swam　in　her　eyes。　〃Harry　。。。〃　〃Where's　my　wand？〃　She　reached　down　beside　the　bed　and　held　it　out　to　him。
The　holly　and　phoenix　wand　was　nearly　severed　in　two。　One　fragile　strand　of　phoenix　feather　kept　both　pieces　hanging　together。　The　wood　had　splintered　apart　completely。　Harry　took　it　into　his　hands　as　though　it　was　a　living　thing　that　had　suffered　a　terrible　injury。　He　could　not　think　properly：　Everything　was　a　blur　of　panic　and　fear。　Then　he　held　out　the　want　to　Hermione。　〃Mend　it。　Please。〃　〃Harry；　I　don't　think；　when　it's　broken　like　this　a150a150〃　〃Please；　Hermione；　try！〃　〃R…Reparo。〃　The　dangling　half　of　the　wand　resealed　itself。　Harry　held　it　up。　〃Lumos！〃　The　wand　sparked　feebly；　then　went　out。　Harry　pointed　it　at　Hermione。　〃Expelliarmus！〃　Hermione's　wand　gave　a　little　jerk；　but　did　not　leave　her　hand。　The　feeble　attempt　at　magic　was　too　much　for　Harry's　wand；　which　split　into　two　again。　He　stared　at　it；　aghast；　unable　to　take　in　what　he　was　seeing　。。。　the　wand　that　had　survived　so　much　。。。　〃Harry。〃　Hermione　whispered　so　quietly　he　could　hardly　hear　her。　〃I'm　so；　so　sorry。　I　think　it　was　me。　As　we　were　leaving；　you　know；　the　snake　was　coming　for　us；　and　so　I　cast　a　Blasting　Curse；　and　it　rebounded　everywhere；　and　it　must　have　a150a150　must　have　hit　a150a150〃　〃It　was　an　accident。〃　said　Harry　mechanically。　He　felt　empty；　stunned。　〃We'll　a150a150　we'll　find　a　way　to　repair　it。〃　〃Harry；　I　don't　think　we're　going　to　be　able　to；〃　said　Hermione；　the　ears　trickling　down　her　face。　〃Remember　。。。　remember　Ron？　When　he　broke　his　wand；　crashing　the　car？　It　was　never　the　same　again；　he　had　to　get　a　new　one。〃　Harry　thought　of　Ollivander；　kidnapped　and　held　hostage　by　Voldemort；　of　Gregorovitch；　who　was　dead。　How　was　he　supposed　to　find　himself　a　new　wand？　〃Well；〃　he　said；　in　a　falsely　matter…of…fact　voice；　〃well；　I'll　just　borrow　yours　for　now；　then。　While　I　keep　watch。〃　Her　face　glazed　with　tears；　Hermione　handed　over　her　wand；　and　he　left　her　sitting　beside　his　bed；　desiring　nothing　more　than　to　get　away　from　her。

pC0=〃Chapter　Eighteen：　The　Life　and　Lies　of　Albus　Dumbledore〃
bChapter　Eighteen
iThe　Life　and　Lies　of　Albus　Dumbledoreib
The　sun　was　coming　up：　The　pure；　colorless　vastness　of　the　sky　stretched　over　him；　indifferent　to　him　and　his　suffering。　Harry　sat　down　in　the　tent　entrance　and　took　a　deep　breath　of　clean　air。　Simply　to　be　alive　to　watch　the　sun　rise　over　the　sparkling　snowy　hillside　ought　to　have　been　the　greatest　treasure　on　earth；　yet　he　could　not　appreciate　it：　His　senses　had　been　spiked　by　the　calamity　of　losing　his　want。　He　looked　out　over　a　valley　blanketed　in　snow；　distant　church　bells　chiming　through　the　glittering　silence。
Without　realizing　it；　he　was　digging　his　fingers　into　his　arms　as　if　he　were　trying　to　resist　physical　pain。　He　had　spilled　his　own　blood　more　times　than　he　could　count；　he　had　lost　all　bones　in　his　right　arm　once；　this　journey　had　already　given　him　scars　to　his　chest　and　forearm　to　join　those　on　his　hand　and　forehead；　but　never；　until　this　moment；　had　he　felt　himself　to　be　fatally　weakened；　vulnerable；　and　naked；　as　though　the　best　part　of　his　magical　power　had　been　torn　from　him。　He　knew　exactly　what　Hermione　would　say　if　he　expressed　any　of　this：　The　wand　is　only　as　good　as　the　wizard。　But　she　was　wrong；　his　case　was　different。　She　had　not　felt　the　wand　spin　like　the　needle　of　a　compass　and　shoot　golden　flames　at　his　enemy。　He　had　lost　the　protection　of　the　twin　cores；　and　only　now　that　it　was　gone　did　he　realize　how　much　he　had　been　counting　on　it。
He　pulled　the　pieces　of　the　broken　wand　out　of　his　pocket　and；　without　looking　at　them；　tucked　them　away　in　Hagrid's　pouch　around　his　neck。　The　pouch　was　now　too　full　of　broken　and　useless　objects　to　take　any　more。　Harry's　hand　brushed　the　old　Snitch　through　the　mokeskin　and　for　a　moment　he　had　to　fight　the　temptation　to　pull　it　out　and　throw　it　away。　Impenetrable；　unhelpful；　useless；　like　everything　else　Dumbledore　had　left　behind　a150a150…
And　his　fury　at　Dumbledore　broke　over　him　now　like　lava；　scorching　him　inside；　wiping　out　every　other　feeling。　Out　of　sheer　desperation　they　had　talked　themselves　into　believing　that　Godric's　Hollow　held　answers；　convinced　themselves　that　they　were　supposed　to　go　back；　that　it　was　all　part　of　some　secret　path　laid　out　for　them　by　Dumbledore：　but　there　was　no　ma