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Harry　gazed　into　the　darknessa133If　Voldemort　had　known　about　the　Deathly　Hallows；　surely　he　would　have　sought　them；　done　anything　to　possess　them：　three　objects　that　made　the　possessor　master　of　Death？　If　he　had　known　about　the　Deathly　Hallows；　he　might　not　have　needed　Horcruxes　in　the　first　place。　Didn't　the　simple　fact　that　he　had　taken　a　Hallow；　and　turned　it　into　a　Horcrux；　demonstrate　that　he　did　not　know　this　last　great　Wizarding　secret？
Which　meant　that　Voldemort　sought　the　Elder　Wand　without　realizing　its　full　power；　without　understanding　that　it　was　one　of　threea133for　the　wand　was　the　Hallow　that　could　not　be　hidden；　whose　existence　was　best　knowna133iThe　bloody　trail　of　the　Elder　Wand　is　splattered　across　the　pages　of　Wizarding　historya133i
Harry　watched　the　cloudy　sky；　curves　of　smoke…gray　and　silver　sliding　over　the　face　of　the　white　moon。　He　felt　lightheaded　with　amazement　at　his　discoveries。
He　turned　back　into　the　tent。　It　was　a　shock　to　see　Ron　and　Hermione　standing　exactly　where　he　had　left　them；　Hermione　still　holding　Lily's　letter；　Ron　at　her　side　looking　slightly　anxious。　Didn't　they　realize　how　far　they　had　traveled　in　the　last　few　minutes？
〃This　is　it？〃　Harry　said；　trying　to　bring　them　inside　the　glow　of　his　own　astonished　certainty；　〃This　explains　everything。　The　Deathly　Hallows　are　real　and　I've　got　one　a150a150　maybe　two　a150a150〃
He　held　up　the　Snitch。
〃a150a150　and　You…Know…Who's　chasing　the　third；　but　he　doesn't　realizea133he　just　thinks　it's　a　powerful　wand　a150a150〃
〃Harry；〃　said　Hermione；　moving　across　to　him　and　handing　him　back　Lily's　letter；　〃I'm　sorry；　but　I　think　you've　got　this　wrong；　all　wrong。〃
〃But　don't　you　see？　It　all　fits　a150a150〃
〃Not；　it　doesn't；〃　she　said。　〃It　idoesn'ti。　Harry；　you're　just　getting　carried　away。　Please；〃　she　said　as　she　started　to　speak；　〃please　just　answer　me　this：　If　the　Deathly　Hallows　really　existed；　and　Dumbledore　knew　about　them；　knew　that　the　person　who　possessed　all　of　them　would　be　master　of　Death　a150a150　Harry；　why　wouldn't　he　have　told　you？　Why？〃
He　had　his　answer　ready。
〃But　you　said　it；　Hermione！　You've　got　to　find　out　about　them　for　yourself！　It's　a　Quest！〃
〃But　I　only　said　that　to　try　and　persuade　you　to　come　to　the　Lovegoods'！〃　cried　Hermione　in　exasperation。　〃I　didn't　really　believe　it！〃
Harry　took　no　notice。
〃Dumbledore　usually　let　me　find　out　stuff　for　myself。　He　let　me　try　my　strength；　take　risks。　This　feels　like　the　kind　of　thing　he'd　do。〃
〃Harry；　this　isn't　a　game；　this　isn't　practice！　This　is　the　real　thing；　and　Dumbledore　left　you　very　clear　instructions：　Find　and　destroy　the　Horcruxes！　That　symbol　doesn't　mean　anything；　forget　the　Deathly　Hallows；　we　can't　afford　to　get　sidetracked　a150a150〃
Harry　was　barely　listening　to　her。　He　was　turning　the　Snitch　over　and　over　in　his　hands；　half　expecting　it　to　break　open；　to　reveal　the　Resurrection　Stone；　to　prove　to　Hermione　that　he　was　right；　that　the　Deathly　Hallows　were　real。
She　appealed　to　Ron。
〃You　don't　believe　in　this；　do　you？〃
Harry　looked　up；　Ron　hesitated。
〃I　dunnoa133I　meana133bits　of　it　sort　of　fit　together；〃　said　Ron　awkwardly；　〃But　when　you　look　at　the　whole　thinga133〃　He　took　a　deep　breath。　〃I　think　we're　supposed　to　get　rid　of　Horcruxes；　Harry。　That's　what　Dumbledore　told　us　to　do。　Maybea133maybe　we　should　forget　about　this　Hallows　business。〃
〃Thank　you；　Ron；〃　said　Hermione。　〃I'll　take　first　watch。〃
And　she　strode　past　Harry　and　sat　down　in　the　tent　entrance　bringing　the　action　to　a　fierce　full　stop。
But　Harry　hardly　slept　that　night。　The　idea　of　the　Deathly　Hallows　had　taken　possession　of　him；　and　he　could　not　rest　while　agitating　thoughts　whirled　through　his　mind：　the　wand；　the　stone；　and　the　Cloak；　if　he　could　just　possess　them　alla133
iI　open　at　the　closeia133But　what　was　the　close？　Why　couldn't　he　have　the　stone　now？　If　only　he　had　the　stone；　he　could　ask　Dumbledore　these　questions　in　persona133and　Harry　murmured　words　to　the　Snitch　in　the　darkness；　trying　everything；　even　Parseltongue；　but　the　golden　ball　would　not　opena133
And　the　wand；　the　Elder　Wand；　where　was　that　hidden？　Where　was　Voldemort　searching　now？　Harry　wished　his　scar　would　burn　and　show　him　Voldemort's　thoughts；　because　for　the　first　time　ever；　he　and　Voldemort　were　united　in　wanting　the　very　same　thinga133Hermione　would　not　like　that　idea；　of　coursea133But　then；　she　did　not　believea133。Xenophilius　had　been　right；　in　a　waya133iLimited；　Narrow；　Close…mindedi。　The　truth　was　that　she　was　scared　of　the　idea　of　the　Deathly　Hallows；　especially　of　the　Resurrection　Stonea133and　Harry　pressed　his　mouth　again　to　the　Snitch；　kissing　it；　nearly　swallowing　it；　but　the　cold　medal　did　not　yielda133
It　was　nearly　dawn　when　he　remembered　Luna；　alone　in　a　cell　in　Azkaban；　surrounded　by　dementors；　and　he　suddenly　felt　ashamed　of　himself。　He　had　forgotten　all　about　her　in　his　feverish　contemplation　of　the　Hallows。　If　only　they　could　rescue　her；　but　dementors　in　those　numbers　would　be　virtually　unassailable。　Now　he　came　to　think　about　it；　he　had　not　tried　casting　a　Patronus　with　the　blackthorn　wanda133He　must　try　that　in　the　morninga133
If　only　there　was　a　way　of　getting　a　better　wanda133
And　desire　for　the　Elder　Wand；　the　Deathstick；　unbeatable；　invincible；　swallowed　him　once　morea133
They　packed　up　the　tent　next　morning　and　moved　on　through　a　dreary　shower　of　rain。　The　downpour　pursued　them　to　the　coast；　where　they　pitched　the　tent　that　night；　and　persisted　through　the　whole　week；　through　sodden　landscapes　that　Harry　found　bleak　and　depressing。　He　could　think　only　of　the　Deathly　Hallows。　It　was　as　though　a　flame　had　been　lit　inside　him　that　nothing；　not　Hermione's　flat　disbelief　nor　Ron's　persistent　doubts；　could　extinguish。　And　yet　the　fiercer　the　longing　for　the　Hallows　burned　inside　him；　the　less　joyful　it　made　him。　He　blamed　Ron　and　Hermione：　Their　determined　indifference　was　as　bad　as　the　relentless　rain　for　dampening　his　spirits；　but　neither　could　erode　his　certainty；　which　remained　absolute。　Harry's　belief　in　and　longing　for　the　Hallows　consumed　him　so　much　that　he　felt　isolated　from　the　other　two　and　their　obsession　with　the　Horcruxes。
〃Obsession？〃　said　Hermione　in　a　low　fierce　voice；　when　Harry　was　careless　enough　to　use　the　word　one　evening；　after　Hermione　had　told　him　off　for　his　lack　of　interest　in　locating　more　Horcruxes。　〃We're　not　the　one　with　an　obsession；　Harry！　We're　the　ones　trying　to　do　what　Dumbledore　wanted　us　to　do！〃
But　he　was　impervious　to　the　veiled　criticism。　Dumbledore　had　left　the　sign　of　the　Hallows　for　Hermione　to　decipher；　and　he　had　also；　Harry　remained　convinced　of　it；　left　the　Resurrection　Stone　hidden　in　the　golden　Snitch。　iNeither　can　live　while　the　other　survivesa133master　of　Deatha133iWhy　didn't　Ron　and　Hermione　understand？
i〃'The　last　enemy　shall　be　destroyed　is　death；'〃i　Harry　quoted　calmly。
〃I　thought　it　was　You…Know…Who　we　were　supposed　to　be　fighting？〃　Hermione　retorted；　and　Harry　gave　up　on　her。
Even　the　mystery　of　the　silver　doe；　which　the　other　two　insisted　on　discussing；　seemed　less　important　to　Harry　now；　a　vaguely　interesting　sideshow。　The　only　other　thing　that　mattered　to　him　was　that　his　scar　had　begun　to　prickle　again；　although　he　did　all　he　could　to　hide　this　fact　from　the　other　two。　He　sought　solitude　whenever　it　happened；　but　was　disappointed　by　what　he　saw。　The　visions　he　and　Voldemort　were　sharing　had　changed　in　quality；　they　had　become　blurred；　shifting　as　though　they　were　moving　in　and　out　of　focus。　Harry　was　just　able　to　make　out　the　indistinct　features　of　an　object　that　looked　like　a　skull；　and　something　like　a　mountain　that　was　more　shadow　than　substance。　Used　to　images　sharp　as　reality；　Harry　was　disconcerted　by　the　change。　He　was　worried　that　the　connection　between　himself　and　Voldemort　had　been　damaged；　a　connection　that　he　both　feared　and；　whatever　he　had　told　Hermione；　prized。　Somehow　Harry　connected　these　unsatisfying；　vague　images　with　the　destruction　of　his　wand；　as　if　it　was　the　blackthorn　wand's　fault　that　he　could　no　longer　see　into　Voldemort's　mind　as　well　as　before。
As　the　weeks　crept　on；　Harry　could　not　help　but　notice；　even　through　his　new　self…absorption；　that　Ron　seemed　to　be　taking　charge。　Perhaps　because　he　was　determined　to　make　up　for　having　walked　out　on　them；　perhaps　because　Harry's　descent　into　listlessness　galvanized　his　dormant　leadership　qualities；　Ron　was　the　one　now　encouraging　and　exhorting　the　other　two　into　action。
〃Three　Horcruxes　left；〃　he　kept　saying。　〃We　need　a　plan　of　action；　come　on！　Where　haven't　we　looked？　Let's　go　through　it　again。　The　orphanagea133〃
Diagon　Alley；　Hogwarts；　the　Riddle　House；　Borgin　and　Burkes；　Albania；　every　place　that　they　knew　Tom　Riddle　had　ever　lived　or　worked；　visited　or　murdered；　Ron　and　Hermione　raked　over　them　again；　Harry　joining　in　only　to　stop　Hermione　pestering　him。　He　would　have　been　happy　to　sit　alone　in　silence；　trying　to　read　Voldemort's　thoughts；　to　find　out　more　about　the　Elder　Wand；　but　Ron　insisted　on　journeying　to　ever　more　unlikely　places　simply；　Harry　was　aware；　to　keep　them　moving。
〃You　never　know；〃　was　Ron's　constant　refrain。　〃Upper　Flagley　is　a　Wizarding　village；　he　might've　wanted　to　live　there。　Let's　go　and　have　a　poke　around。〃
These　frequent　forays　into　Wizarding　territory　brought　them　within　occasional　sight　of　Snatchers。
〃Some　of　them　are　supposed　to　be　as　bad　as　Death　Eaters；〃　said　Ron。　〃The　lot　that　got　me　were　a　bit　pathetic；　but　Bill　recons　some　of　them　are　really　dangerous。　They　said　on　iPotterwatchi　a150a150〃
〃On　what？〃　said　Harry。
〃iPotterwatchi；　didn't　I　tell　you　that's　what　it　was　called？　The　program　I　keep　trying　to　get　on　the　radio；　the　only　one　that　tells　the　truth　about　what's　going　on！　Nearly　all　of　the　programs　are　following　You…Know…Who's　line；　all　except　iPotterwatchi；　I　really　want　you　to　hear　it；　but　it's　tricky　tuning　ina133〃
Ron　spent　evening　after　evening　using　his　wand　to　beat　out　various　rhythms　on　top　of　the　wireless　while　the　dials　whirled。　Occasionally　they　would　catch　snatches　of　advice　on　how　to　treat　dragonpox；　and　once　a　few　bars　of　〃A　Cauldron　Full　of　Hot；　Strong　Love。〃　While　he　taped；　Ron　continued　to　try　to　hit　on　the　correct　password；　muttering