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Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men - and win again. said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice. But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong men for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense. I - dont - well - blustered Fudge, looking around as though hoping somebody was going to tell him what to do. When nobody did, he said, Very well - Dawlish. Williamson. Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see. Dumbledore, you - you will need to tell me exactly - the Fountain of Magical Brethren - what happened. he added in a kind of whimper, staring around at the floor, where the remains of the statues of the witch, wizard, and centaur now lay scattered. We can discuss that after I have sent Harry back to Hogwarts, said Dumbledore. Harry - Harry Potter. Fudge spun around and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall beside the fallen statue that had been guarding him during Dumbledore and Voldemorts duel. He-here. said Fudge. Why - whats all this about. I shall explain everything, repeated Dumbledore, when Harry is back at school. He walked away from the pool to the place where the golden wizards head lay on the floor. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, Portus. The head glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor for a few seconds, then became still once more. Now see here, Dumbledore. said Fudge, as Dumbledore picked up the head and walked back to Harry carrying it. You havent got authorization for that Portkey. You cant do things like that right in front of the Minister of Magic, you - you - His voice faltered as Dumbledore surveyed him magisterially over his halfmoon spectacles. You will give the order to remove Dolores Umbridge from Hogwarts, said Dumbledore. You will tell your Aurors to stop searching for my Care of Magical Creatures teacher so that he can return to go here. I will give you. Dumbledore pulled a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and glanced at it, half an hour of my time tonight, in which I think we shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my school. If you need more help from me you are, of course, more than welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. Letters addressed to the headmaster will find me. Fudge goggled worse than ever. His mouth was open and his round face grew pinker under his rumpled gray hair. I - you - Dumbledore turned his back on him. Take this Portkey, Harry. He held out the golden head of the statue, and Harry placed his hand upon it, past caring what he did next or where he went. I shall see you in half an hour, said Dumbledore quietly. One. two. three. Harry felt the familiar sensation of a hook being jerked behind his navel. The polished wooden floor was gone from beneath his feet; the Atrium, Fudge, and Dumbledore had all disappeared, and he was flying forward in a whirlwind of color and sound. H CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN THE LOST PROPHECY arrys feet hit solid ground again; his knees buckled a little and the golden wizards head fell with a resounding clunk to the floor. He looked around and saw that he had arrived in Dumbledores office. Everything seemed to have repaired itself during the headmasters absence. The delicate silver instruments stood again upon the spindle-legged tables, puffing and whirring serenely. The portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses were snoozing in their frames, heads lolling back in armchairs or against the edge of their pictures. Harry looked through the window. There was a cool line of pale green along the horizon: Dawn was approaching. The silence and the stillness, broken only by the occasional grunt or snuffle of a sleeping portrait, was unbearable to him. If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain. He walked around the quiet, beautiful office, breathing quickly, trying not to think. But he had to think. There was no escape. It was his fault Sirius had died; it was all his fault. If he, Harry, had not been stupid enough to fall for Voldemorts trick, if he had not been so convinced that what he had seen in his dream was real, if he had only opened his mind to the possibility that Voldemort was, as Hermione had said, banking on Harrys love of playing the hero. It was unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it. There was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Sirius had been, where Sirius had vanished. He did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it - A picture behind him gave a particularly loud grunting snore, and a cool voice said, Ah. Harry Potter. Phineas Nigellus gave a long yawn, stretching his arms as he watched Harry with shrewd, narrow eyes. And what brings you here in the early hours of the morning. said Phineas. This office is supposed to be barred to all but the rightful headmaster. Or has Dumbledore sent you here. Oh, dont tell me. He gave another shuddering yawn. Another message for my worthless greatgreat-grandson. Harry could not speak. Phineas Nigellus did not know that Sirius was dead, but Harry could not tell him. To say it aloud would be to make it final, absolute, irretrievable. A few more of the portraits had stirred now. Terror of being interrogated made Harry stride across the room and seize the doorknob. It would not turn. He was shut in. I hope this means, said the corpulent, red-nosed wizard who hung on the wall behind Dumbledores desk, that Dumbledore will soon be back with us. Harry turned. The wizard was eyeing him with great interest. Harry nodded. He tugged again on the doorknob behind his back, but it remained immovable. Oh good, said the wizard. It has been very dull without him, very dull indeed. He settled himself on the thronelike chair on which he had been painted and smiled benignly upon Harry. Dumbledore thinks very highly of you, as I am sure you know, he said comfortably. Oh yes. Holds you in great esteem. The guilt filling the whole of Harrys chest like some monstrous, weighty parasite now writhed and squirmed. Harry could not stand this, he could not stand being Harry anymore. He had never felt more trapped inside his own head and body, never wished so intensely that he could be somebody - anybody - else. The empty fireplace burst into emerald-green flame, making Harry leap away from the door, staring at the man spinning inside the grate. As Dumbledores tall form unfolded itself from the fire, the wizards and witches on the surrounding walls jerked awake. Many of them gave cries of welcome. Thank you, said Dumbledore softly. He did not look at Harry at first, but walked over to the perch beside the door and withdrew, from an inside pocket of his robes, the tiny, ugly, featherless Fawkes, whom he placed gently on the tray of soft ashes beneath the golden post where the full-grown Fawkes usually stood. Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, finally turning away from the baby bird, you will be pleased to hear that none of your fellow students are going to suffer lasting damage from the nights events. Harry tried to say Good, but no sound came out. It seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him of the amount of damage he had caused by his actions tonight, and although Dumbledore was for once looking at him directly, and though his expression was kindly rather than accusatory, Harry could not bear to meet his eyes. Madam Https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/free/call-of-duty-utorrent-free-download-movie.php is patching everybody up now, said Dumbledore. Nymphadora Tonks may need to spend a little time in St. Mungos, but it seems that she will make a full recovery. Harry contented himself with nodding at the carpet, which was growing lighter as the sky outside grew paler. He was sure that all the portraits around the room were listening eagerly to every word Dumbledore spoke, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had been and why there had been injuries. I know how you are feeling, Harry, said Dumbledore very quietly. No, you dont, said Harry, and his voice was suddenly loud and strong. White-hot anger leapt inside him. Dumbledore knew nothing about his feelings. You see, Dumbledore. said Phineas Nigellus slyly. Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own - Thats enough, Phineas, said Dumbledore. Harry turned his back on Dumbledore and stared determinedly out of the opposite window. He could see the Quidditch stadium in the distance. Sirius had appeared there once, disguised as the shaggy black dog, so he could watch Harry play. He had probably come to see whether Harry was as good as James had been. Harry had never asked him. There is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry, said Dumbledores voice. On the contrary. the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength. Harry felt the white-hot anger lick his insides, blazing in the terrible emptiness, filling him with the desire to hurt Dumbledore for his calmness and his empty words. My greatest strength, is it. said Harry, his voice shaking as he stared out at the Quidditch stadium, no longer seeing it. You havent got a clue. You dont know. What dont I know. asked Dumbledore calmly. It was too much. Harry turned around, shaking with rage. I dont want to talk about how I feel, all right. Harry, suffering like this proves can baldurs gate not launching keyboard opinion are still a man. This pain is part of being human - THEN - I - DONT - WANT - TO - BE - HUMAN. Harry roared, and he seized one of the delicate silver instruments from the spindlelegged table beside him and flung it across the room. It shattered into a hundred tiny pieces against the wall. Several of the pictures let out yells of anger and fright, and the portrait of Armando Dippet said, Really. I DONT CARE. Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. IVE HAD ENOUGH, IVE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DONT CARE ANYMORE - He seized the table on which the silver instrument had stood and threw that too. It broke apart on the floor and the legs rolled in different directions. You do care, said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it. I - DONT. Harry screamed, so loudly that he felt his throat might tear, and for a second he wanted to rush at Dumbledore and break him too; shatter that calm old face, shake him, hurt him, make him feel some tiny part of the horror inside Harry. Oh yes, you do, said Dumbledore, still more calmly. You have now lost your mother, your father, and the closest thing to a parent you have ever known. Of course you care. YOU DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL. Harry roared. YOU - STANDING THERE - YOU - But words were no longer enough, smashing things was no more help. He wanted to run, he wanted to keep running and never look back, he wanted to be somewhere he could not see the clear blue eyes staring at him, that hatefully calm old face. He ran to the door, seized the doorknob click, and wrenched at it. Check this out the door would not open. Harry turned back to Dumbledore. Let me out, he said. He was shaking from head to foot. No, said Dumbledore simply. For a few seconds they stared at each other. Let me out, Harry said again. No, Dumbledore repeated. If you dont - if you keep me in here - if you dont let me - By all means continue destroying my possessions, said Dumbledore serenely. I daresay I have too many. He walked around his desk and sat down behind it, watching Harry. Let me out, Harry said yet again, in a voice that was cold and almost as calm as Visit web page. Not until I have had my say, said Dumbledore. Do you - do you think I want to - do you think I give a - I DONT CARE WHAT YOUVE GOT TO SAY. Harry roared. I dont want to hear anything youve got to say. You will, said Dumbledore sadly. Because you are not nearly as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it. What are you talking -. It is my fault that Sirius died, said Dumbledore clearly. Or I should say almost entirely my fault - I will not be so arrogant as to claim responsibility for the whole. Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger. Nevertheless, you should never have believed for an instant that there was any necessity for you to go to the Department of Mysteries tonight. If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have been, you would have known a long time ago that Voldemort might try and lure fallout 4 command button to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked into going there tonight. And Sirius would not have had to come after you. That blame lies with me, and with me alone. Harry was still standing with his hand on the doorknob but he was unaware of it. He was gazing at Dumbledore, hardly breathing, listening yet barely understanding what he was hearing. Please sit down, said Dumbledore. It was not an order, it was a request. Harry hesitated, then walked slowly across the room now littered with silver cogs and fragments of wood and took the seat facing Dumbledores desk. Am I to understand, said Phineas Nigellus slowly from Harrys left, that my great-great-grandson - the last of the Blacks - is dead. Yes, Phineas, said Dumbledore. I dont believe it, said Phineas brusquely. Harry turned his head in time to see Phineas marching out of his portrait and knew that he had gone to visit his other painting in Grimmauld Place. He would walk, perhaps, from portrait to portrait, calling for Sirius through the house. Harry, I owe you an explanation, said Dumbledore. An explanation of an old mans mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the Call of duty list united states of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young. and I seem to have forgotten lately. The sun was rising properly now. There was a rim of dazzling orange visible over the mountains and the sky above it was colorless and bright. The light fell upon Dumbledore, upon the silver of his eyebrows and beard, upon the lines gouged deeply into his face. I guessed, fifteen years ago, said Dumbledore, when I saw the scar upon your forehead, what it might mean. I guessed that it might be the sign of a connection forged between you and Voldemort. Youve told me this before, Professor, said Harry bluntly. He did not care about being rude. He did not care about anything very much anymore. Yes, said Dumbledore apologetically. Yes, but you see - it is necessary to start with your scar. For it became apparent, shortly after you rejoined the magical world, that I was correct, and that your scar was giving you warnings when Voldemort was close to you, or else feeling powerful emotion. I know, said Harry wearily. And this ability of yours - to detect Voldemorts presence, even when he is disguised, and to know what he is feeling when his emotions are roused - has become more and more pronounced since Voldemort returned to his own body and his full powers. Harry did not bother to nod. He knew all of this already. More recently, said Dumbledore, I became concerned that Voldemort might realize that this connection between you exists. Sure enough, there came a time when you entered so far into his mind and thoughts that he sensed your presence. I am speaking, of course, of the night when you witnessed the attack on Mr. Weasley. Yeah, Snape told me, Harry muttered. Professor Learning tuition apex, Harry, Dumbledore corrected him quietly. But did you not wonder why it was not I who explained this to you. Why I did not teach you Occlumency. Why I had not so much as looked at you for months. Harry looked https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/apex-legends/apex-legends-easiest-character.php. He could see now that Dumbledore looked sad and tired. Yeah, Harry mumbled. Yeah, I wondered. You see, continued Dumbledore heavily, I believed it could not be long before Voldemort attempted to force his way into your mind, to manipulate and misdirect your thoughts, and I was not eager to give him more incentives to do so. I was sure that if he realized that our relationship was - or had ever been - closer than that of headmaster and pupil, he would seize his chance to use you as a means to spy on me. I feared the uses to which he would put you, the possibility that he might try and possess you. Harry, I believe I was right to think that Voldemort would have made use of you in such a way. On those rare occasions when we had close contact, I thought I saw a shadow of him stir behind your eyes. I was trying, in distancing myself from you, to protect you. An old mans mistake this web page. Harry remembered the feeling that a dormant snake had risen in him, ready to strike, on those occasions when he and Dumbledore there meta quest 3 beat saber steam final eye contact. Voldemorts aim in possessing you, as he demonstrated tonight, would not have been my destruction. It would have been yours. He hoped, when he possessed you briefly a short while ago, that I would sacrifice you in the hope of killing him. He sighed deeply. Harry was letting the words wash over him. He would have been so interested to know all this a few months ago, and now it was meaningless compared to the gaping chasm inside him that was the loss of Sirius, none of it mattered. Sirius told me that you felt Voldemort awake inside you the very night that you had the vision of Arthur Weasleys attack. I knew at once that my worst fears were correct: Voldemort from that point had realized he could use you. In an attempt to arm you against Voldemorts assaults on your mind, I arranged Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape. He paused. Harry watched the sunlight, which was sliding slowly across the polished surface of Dumbledores desk, illuminate a silver ink pot and a handsome scarlet quill. Harry could tell that the portraits all around them were awake and listening raptly to Dumbledores explanation. He could hear the occasional rustle of robes, Call of duty list united states slight clearing of a throat. Phineas Nigellus had still not returned. Professor Snape discovered, Dumbledore resumed, that you had been dreaming about the door to the Department of Mysteries for months. Voldemort, of course, had been obsessed with the possibility of hearing the prophecy ever since he regained his body, and as he dwelled on the door, so did you, though you did not know what it meant. And then you saw Rookwood, who worked in the Department of Mysteries before his arrest, telling Voldemort what we had known all along - that the prophecies held in the Ministry of Magic are heavily protected. Only the people to whom they refer can gate fighter zero them from the shelves without suffering madness. In this case, either Voldemort himself would have to enter the Ministry of Magic and risk revealing himself at last - or else you would have to take it for him. It became a matter of even greater urgency that you should master Occlumency. But I didnt, muttered Harry. He said it aloud to try and ease the dead weight of guilt inside him; a confession must surely relieve some of the terrible pressure squeezing his heart. More info didnt practice, I didnt bother, I couldve stopped myself having those dreams, Hermione kept telling me to do it, if I had hed never have been able to show me where to go, and - Sirius wouldnt - Sirius wouldnt - Something was erupting inside Harrys head: a need to justify himself, to explain - I tried to check hed really taken Sirius, I went to Umbridges office, I spoke to Kreacher in the fire, and he said Sirius wasnt there, he said hed gone. Kreacher lied, said Dumbledore calmly. You are not his master, he could lie to you without even needing to punish himself. Kreacher intended you to go to the Ministry of Magic. He - he sent me on purpose. Oh yes. Kreacher, I am afraid, has been serving more than one master for months. How. said Harry blankly. He hasnt been out of Grimmauld Place for years. Kreacher seized his opportunity shortly before Christmas, said Dumbledore, when Sirius, apparently, shouted at him to get out.
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