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chers；　was　watching　rather　gloomily。
Harry　looked　down　at　the　hawthorn　wand　that　had　once　belonged　to　Draco　Malfoy。　He　had　been　surprised；　but　pleased　to　discover　that　it　worked　for　him　at　least　as　well　as　Hermione's　had　done。　Remembering　what　Ollivander　had　told　them　of　the　secret
workings　of　wands；　Harry　thought　he　knew　what　Hermione's　problem　was：　She　had　not　won　the　walnut　wand's　allegiance　by　taking　it　personally　from　Bellatrix。
The　door　of　the　bedroom　opened　and　Griphook　entered。　Harry　reached　instinctively　for　the　hilt　of　the　sword　and　drew　it　close　to　him；　but　regretted　his　action　at　once。　He　could　tell　that　the　goblin　had　noticed。　Seeking　to　gloss　over　the　sticky　moment；　he　said；　〃We've　just　been　checking　the　last…minute　stuff；　Griphook。　We've　told　Bill　and　Fleur　we're　leaving　tomorrow；　and　we've　told　them　not　to　get　up　to　see　us　off。〃
They　had　been　firm　on　this　point；　because　Hermione　would　need　to　transform　in　Bellatrix　before　they　left；　and　the　less　that　Bill　and　Fleur　knew　or　suspected　about　what　they　were　about　to　do；　the　better。　They　had　also　explained　that　they　would　not　be　returning。　As　they　had　lost　Perkin's　old　tent　on　the　night　that　the　Snatcher's　caught　them；　Bill　had　lent　them　another　one。　It　was　now　packed　inside　the　beaded　bag；　which；　Harry　was　impressed　to　learn；　Hermione　had　protected　from　the　Snatchers　by　the　simple　expedient　of　stuffing　it　down　her　sock。
Though　he　would　miss　Bill；　Fleur；　Luna；　and　Dean；　not　to　mention　the　home　comforts　they　had　enjoyed　over　the　last　few　weeks；　Harry　was　looking　forward　to　escaping　the　confinement　of　Shell　Cottage。　He　was　tired　of　trying　to　make　sure　that　they　were　not　overheard；　tired　of　being　shut　in　the　tiny；　dark　bedroom。　Most　of　all；　he　longed　to　be　rid　of　Griphook。　However；　precisely　how　and　when　they　were　to　part　from　the　goblin　without　handing　over　Gryffindor's　sword　remained　a　question　to　which　Harry　had　no　answer。　It　had　been　impossible　to　decide　how　they　were　going　to　do　it；　because　the　goblin　rarely　left　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　alone　together　for　more　than　five　minutes　at　a　time：　〃He　could　give　my　mother　lessons；〃　growled　Ron；　as　the　goblin's　long　fingers　kept　appearing　around　the　edges　of　doors。　With　Bill's　warning　in　mind；　Harry　could　not　help　suspecting　that　Griphook　was　on　the　watch　for　possible　skullduggery。　Hermione　disapproved　so　heartily　of　the　planned　double…cross　that　Harry　had　given　up　attempting　to　pick　her　brains　on　how　best　to　do　it：　Ron；　on　the　rare　occasions　that　they　had　been　able　to　snatch　a　few　Griphook…free　moments；　had　come　up　with　nothing　better　than　〃We'll　just　have　to　wing　it；　mate。〃
Harry　slept　badly　that　night。　Lying　away　in　the　early　hours；　he　thought　back　to　the　way　he　had　felt　the　night　before　they　had　infiltrated　the　Ministry　of　Magic　and　remembered　a　determination；　almost　an　excitement。　Now　he　was　experiencing　jolts　of　anxiety　nagging　doubts：　He　could　not　shake　off　the　fear　that　it　was　all　going　to　go　wrong。　He　kept　telling　himself　that　their　plan　was　good；　that　Griphook　knew　what　they　were　facing；　that　they　were　well…prepared　for　all　the　difficulties　they　were　likely　to　encounter；　yet　still　he　felt　uneasy。　Once　or　twice　he　heard　Ron　stir　and　was　sure　that　he　too　was　awake；　but　they　were　sharing　the　sitting　room　with　Dean；　so　Harry　did　not　speak。
It　was　a　relief　when　six　o…clock　arrived　and　they　could　slip　out　of　their　sleeping　bags；　dress　in　the　semidarkness；　then　creep　out　into　the　garden；　where　they　were　to　meet　Hermione　and　Griphook。　The　dawn　was　chilly；　but　there　was　little　wind　now　that　it　was　May。　Harry　looked　up　at　the　stars　still　glimmering　palely　in　the　dark　sky　and　listened　to　the　sea　washing　backward　and　forward　against　the　cliff：　He　was　going　to　miss　the　sound。
Small　green　shoots　were　forcing　their　way　up　through　the　red　earth　of　Dobby's　grave　now；　in　a　year's　time　the　mound　would　be　covered　in　flowers。　The　white　stone　that　bore　the　elf's　name　had　already　acquired　a　weathered　look。　He　realized　now　that　they　could　hardly　have　laid　Dobby　to　rest　in　a　more　beautiful　place；　but　Harry　ached　with
sadness　to　think　of　leaving　him　behind。　Looking　down　on　the　grave；　he　wondered　yet　again　how　the　elf　had　known　where　to　come　to　rescue　them。　His　fingers　moved　absentmindedly　to　the　little　pouch　still　strung　around　his　neck；　thorough　which　he　could　feel　the　jagged　mirror　fragment　in　which　he　had　been　sure　he　had　seen　Dumbledore's　eye。　Then　the　sound　of　a　door　opening　made　him　look　around。
Bellatrix　Lestrange　was　striding　across　the　lawn　toward　them；　accompanied　by　Griphook。　As　she　walked；　she　was　tucking　the　small；　beaded　bag　into　the　inside　pocket　of　another　set　of　the　old　robes　they　had　taken　from　Grimmauld　Place。　Though　Harry　knew　perfectly　well　that　it　was　really　Hermione；　he　could　not　suppress　a　shiver　of　loathing。　She　was　taller　than　he　was；　her　long　black　hair　rippling　down　her　back；　her　heavily　lidded　eyes　disdainful　as　they　rested　upon　him；　but　then　she　spoke；　and　he　heard　Hermione　through　Bellatrix's　low　voice。
〃She　tasted　disgusting；　worse　than　Gurdyroots！　Okay；　Ron；　come　here　so　I　can　do　you　。　。　。〃
〃right；　but　remember；　I　don't　like　the　beard　too　long〃
〃Oh；　for　heaven's　sake；　this　isn't　about　looking　handsome〃
〃It's　not　that；　it　gets　in　the　way！　But　I　liked　my　nose　a　bit　shorter；　try　and　do　it　the　way　you　did　last　time。〃
Hermione　sighed　and　set　to　work；　muttering　under　her　breath　as　she　transformed　various　aspects　of　Ron's　appearance。　He　was　to　be　given　a　completely　fake　identity；　and　they　were　trusting　to　the　malevolent　aura　cast　by　Bellatrix　to　protect　him。　Meanwhile　Harry　and　Griphook　were　to　be　concealed　under　the　Invisibility　Cloak。
〃There；〃　said　Hermione；　〃how　does　he　look；　Harry？〃
It　was　just　not　possible　to　discern　Ron　under　his　disguise；　but　only；　Harry　thought　because　he　knew　him　so　well。　Ron's　hair　was　now　long　and　wavy；　he　had　a　thick　brown　beard　and　mustache；　no　freckles；　a　short；　broad　nose；　and　heavy　eyebrows。
〃Well；　he's　not　my　type；　but　he'll　do；〃　said　Harry。　〃Shall　we　go；　then？〃
All　three　of　them　glanced　back　at　Shell　Cottage；　lying　dark　and　silent　under　the　fading　stars；　then　turned　and　began　to　walk　toward　the　point；　just　beyond　the　boundary　wall；　where　the　Fidelius　Chard　stopped　working　and　they　would　be　able　to　Disapparate。　Once　past　the　gate；　Griphook　spoke。
〃I　should　climb　up　now；　Harry　Potter；　I　think？〃
Harry　bent　down　and　the　goblin　clambered　onto　his　back；　his　hands　linked　on　front　of　Harry's　throat。　He　was　not　heavy；　but　Harry　disliked　the　feeling　of　the　goblin　and　the　surprising　strength　with　which　he　clung　on。　Hermione　pulled　the　Invisibility　Cloak　out　of　the　beaded　bag　and　threw　it　over　them　both。
〃Perfect；〃　she　said；　bending　down　to　check　Harry's　feet。　〃I　can't　see　a　thing。　Let's　go。〃
Harry　turned　on　the　spot；　with　Griphook　on　his　shoulders；　concentrating　with　all　his　might　on　the　Leaky　Cauldron；　the　inn　that　was　the　entrance　to　Diagon　Alley。　The　goblin　clung　even　tighter　as　they　moved　into　the　compressing　darkness；　and　seconds　later　Harry's　feet　found　pavement　and　he　opened　his　eyes　on　Charing　Cross　Road。　Muggles　bustled　past　wearing　the　hangdog　expressions　of　early　morning；　quite　unconscious　of　the　little　inn's　existence。
The　bar　of　the　Leaky　Cauldron　was　nearly　deserted。　Ton；　the　stooped　and　toothless　landlord；　was　polishing　glasses　behind　the　bar　counter；　a　couple　of　warlocks
having　a　muttered　conversation　in　the　far　corner　glanced　at　Hermione　and　drew　back　into　the　shadows。
〃Madam　Lestrange；〃　murmured　Tom；　and　as　Hermione　paused　he　inclined　his　head　subserviently。
〃Good　morning；〃　said　Hermione；　and　as　Harry　crept　past；　still　carrying　Griphook　piggyback　under　the　Cloak；　he　saw　Tom　look　surprised。
〃Too　polite；〃　Harry　whispered　in　Hermione's　ear　as　they　passed　out　of　the　Inn　into　the　tiny　backyard。　〃You　need　to　treat　people　like　they're　scum！〃
〃Okay；　okay！〃
Hermione　drew　out　Bellatrix's　wand　and　rapped　a　brick　in　the　nondescript　wall　in　front　of　them。　At　once　the　bricks　began　to　whirl　and　spin：　A　hole　appeared　in　the　middle　of　them；　which　grew　wider　and　wider；　finally　forming　an　archway　onto　the　narrow　cobbled　street　that　was　Diagon　Alley。
It　was　quiet；　barely　time　for　the　shops　to　open；　and　there　were　hardly　and　shoppers　abroad。　The　crooked；　cobbled　street　was　much　altered　now　from　the　bustling　place　Harry　had　visited　before　his　first　team　at　Hogwarts　so　many　years　before。　More　shops　than　ever　were　boarded　up；　though　several　new　establishments　dedicated　to　the　Dark　Arts　had　been　created　since　his　last　visit。　Harry's　own　face　glared　down　at　him　from　posters　plastered　over　many　windows；　always　captioned　with　the　words　UNDESIRABLE　NUMBER　ONE。
A　number　of　ragged　people　sat　huddled　in　doorways。　He　heard　them　moaning　to　the　few　passersby；　pleading　for　gold；　insisting　that　they　were　really　wizards。　One　man　had　a　bloody　bandage　over　his　eye。
As　they　set　off　along　the　street；　the　beggars　glimpsed　Hermione。　they　seemed　to　melt　away　before　her；　drawing　hoods　over　their　faces　and　fleeing　as　fast　as　they　could。　Hermione　looked　after　them　curiously；　until　the　man　with　the　bloodied　bandage　came　staggering　right　across　her　path。
〃My　children；〃　he　bellowed；　pointing　at　her。　His　voice　was　cracked；　high…pitched；　he　sounded　distraught。　〃Where　are　my　children？　What　has　he　done　with　them？　You　know；　you　know！〃
〃Ia150a150I　reallya150a150〃　stammered　Hermione。
The　man　lunged　at　her；　reaching　for　her　throat。　Then；　with　a　bang　and　a　burst　of　red　light　he　was　thrown　backward　onto　the　ground；　unconscious。　Ron　stood　there；　his　wand　still　outstretched　and　a　look　of　shock　visible　behind　his　beard。　Faces　appeared　at　the　windows　on　either　side　of　the　street；　while　a　little　knot　of　prosperous…looking　passerby　gathered　their　robes　about　them　and　broke　into　gentle　trots；　keen　to　vacate　the　scene。
their　entrance　into　Diagon　Alley　could　hardly　have　been　more　conspicuous；　for　a　moment　Harry　wondered　whether　it　might　not　be　better　to　leave　now　and　try　to　think　of　a　different　plan。　Before　they　could　move　or　consult　one　another；　however；　they　heard　a　cry　from　behind　them。
〃Why；　Madam　Lestrange！〃
Harry　whirled　around　and　Griphook　tightened　his　hold　around　Harry's　neck：　A　tall；　think　wizard　with　a　crown　of　bushy　gray　hair　and　a　long；　sharp　nose　was　striding　toward　them。
〃It's　Travers；〃　hissed　the