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Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghosts, they moved toward him, and on each face, there was the same loving smile. James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasleys. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He foe with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lilys smile was check this out of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look vieo him enough. Youve been so brave. He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough. You are nearly there, said James. Very close. We are. so proud of you. Does it hurt. The childish question had fallen from Harrys lips before he could stop it. Dying. Not at all, said Sirius. Quicker and easier than falling asleep. And he will want it to be quick. He wants it over, said Lupin. I didnt want you to die, Harry said. These words came without his volition. Any of you. Im sorry - He addressed Lupin more than any of them, beseeching him. - right after youd had your son. Remus, Im sorry - I am sorry too, said Lupin. Sorry I will never know him. but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life. A read article breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harrys brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision. 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His body and mind felt oddly disconnected now, his limbs working without conscious instruction, as if he were passenger, not wallpapes, in the body he was about to leave. The dead who walked beside him through the forest were much more real to him now than the living back at the castle: Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and all the others were the ones who felt like ghosts as he stumbled and slipped toward the end of his life, toward Voldemort. A thud and a whisper: Some other living creature had stirred close by. Harry stopped under the Cloak, peering around, listening, and his mother and father, Lupin and Sirius stopped too. Someone there, came a rough whisper close at hand. Hes got an Invisibility Cloak. Could it be -. Two figures emerged from behind a nearby tree: Their wands flared, and Harry saw Yaxley and Dolohov peering into the darkness, directly at the place Harry, his mother and father and Sirius and Lupin stood. Apparently they could not see anything. Definitely heard something, said Yaxley. Animal, dyou reckon. That head case Hagrid kept a whole bunch of stuff in he, said Dolohov, glancing over his shoulder. Yaxley looked down at his watch. Times nearly up. Potters had his hour. Hes not coming. And he was sure hed come. He wont be happy. Better go back, said Yaxley. Find out what the plan is now. He and Dolohov turned and walked deeper into the forest. Harry followed them, knowing that they would lead him exactly where he wanted to go. He glanced sideways, and his mother smiled at him, and his father nodded encouragement. They had traveled wallpapets mere minutes when Harry saw light ahead, and Wallpapeds and Dolohov stepped out into a clearing that Harry knew had been the place where the monstrous Aragog had once lived. The remnants of his vast web were there still, but the swarm of descendants he had spawned had been driven out by the Death Eaters, to fight for their cause. 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Behind his head, still swirling and coiling, the great snake Nagini floated in her glittering, charmed cage, like a monstrous halo. When Dolohov and Yaxley rejoined the circle, Voldemort looked up. No sign of him, my Lord, said Dolohov. Pd expression did not change. The red eyes seemed to burn in the firelight. Slowly he drew the Elder Wand between his long fingers. My Lord - Bellatrix had spoken: She sat closest to Voldemort, disheveled, read article face a little bloody but otherwise unharmed. Voldemort raised his just click for source to silence her, and wallpapeers did not speak another word, but eyed him in worshipful fascination. I thought he would come, cor Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. I expected him to come. Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Harry, whose heart was now throwing itself against his ribs as though determined to escape the body he was about to cast aside. His hands were sweating as he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath his robes, with his wand. He did not want to be tempted to fight. I was, it seems. mistaken, said Voldemort. You werent. Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of fog. The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. The giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughter. Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them. Then a voice yelled: HARRY. He turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearby. His massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate. HARRY, WHATRE YEH -. QUIET. shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand Hagrid was silenced. Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly see more Voldemort to Harry, her breast heaving. The only things that moved were the flames and the snake, coiling and uncoiling in the glittering cage behind Voldemorts head. Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first. And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the videoo, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth. Harry Potter, he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. The Boy Who Lived. None of the Vor Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his - Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would more info if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear - He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone. H CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE KINGS CROSS e lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. 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It was quite empty. He was the only person there, except for - He recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath. He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless yd drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him. You cannot help. He spun around. Albus Dumbledore was walking toward him, sprightly and wsllpapers, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue. Harry. He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both whole and white and undamaged. You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk. Stunned, Harry followed as Dumbledore strode away from where the flayed child lay whimpering, leading him to two seats that Harry had not previously noticed, set some distance away under that high, sparkling ceiling. Dumbledore sat down in one of them, and Harry fell into the other, staring at his old headmasters face. Dumbledores long silver hair and beard, the piercingly blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, the crooked nose: Everything was as he had remembered it. And yet. But youre dead, said Harry. Oh yes, said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. Then. Im dead too. Ah, said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. That is the question, isnt it. On the whole, dear boy, I think not. They looked at each other, the old man still beaming. Not. repeated Harry. Not, said Dumbledore. But. Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. But I should have died - I didnt defend myself. I meant to let him kill me. And that, said Dumbledore, will, I think, have made all the difference. Happiness seemed to radiate from Dumbledore like light, like fire: Harry had never seen the man so utterly, so palpably content. Explain, said Harry. But you already know, said Dumbledore. He twiddled his thumbs together. I let him kill me, said Harry. Didnt I. You did, said Dumbledore, nodding. Go on. So the part of his soul that was in me. Dumbledore nodded still more enthusiastically, urging Harry onward, a broad smile of encouragement on his face. has it gone. Oh yes. said Dumbledore. Yes, he destroyed it. Your soul is whole, and completely your own, Harry. But then. Harry glanced over his shoulder to where the small, maimed creature trembled under the chair. What is that, Professor. Something that is beyond either of our help, said Dumbledore. But if Voldemort used the Killing Curse, Harry started again, and nobody died for me this time - how can I be alive. I think you know, said Dumbledore. Think back. Remember what he did, in his ignorance, in his greed and his cruelty. Harry thought. He let his gaze drift over his surroundings. If it was indeed a palace in which they sat, it was an odd one, with chairs set in little rows and bits of railing here and there, and still, he and Dumbledore and the stunted creature under the chair were the only beings there. Then the answer rose to his lips easily, without effort. He took my blood, said Harry. Precisely. said Dumbledore. He took your blood and rebuilt his living body with it. Your blood Pubg hd wallpapers for pc video his veins, Harry, Lilys protection inside both of you. He tethered you to life while he lives. I live. while he lives. But I thought. I thought it was the other way round. I thought we both had to die. Or is it the same thing.

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