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A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glint‐ ing in the diamond paned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was playing. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as Snape and Yaxley sped toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though nobody had visibly opened it.
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The hallway was large, dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the pale-faced portraits on the wall followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden door leading into the next room, hesitat‐ ed for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned the bronze handle.
The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table. The room’s usual furniture had been pushed carelessly up against the walls. Illumination came from a roaring fire be‐ neath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror. Snape and Yaxley lingered for a moment on the threshold.
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As their eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, they were drawn upward to the strangest feature of the scene: an apparently unconscious human figure hanging up‐ side down over the table, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF Book Download revolving slowly as if suspended by an invisible rope, and reflected in the mirror and in the bare, polished surface of the table below.
None of the people seated underneath this singular sight were looking at it except for a pale young man sitting almost directly below it. He seemed unable to prevent himself from glancing upward every minute or so. Harry had spent the morning completely emptying his school trunk for the first time since he had packed it six years ago.
At the start of the intervening school years, he had merely skimmed off the topmost three quarters of the contents and replaced or updated them, leaving a layer of general de‐ bris at the bottom – old quills, desiccated beetle eyes, single socks that no longer fit. Minutes previ‐ ously, Harry had plunged his hand into this mulch, experienced a stabbing pain in the fourth finger of his right hand, and withdrawn it to see a lot of blood.
He now proceeded a little more cautiously. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF Book Download Kneeling down beside the trunk again, he groped around in the bottom and, after retrieving an old badge that flickered feebly between SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY and POTTER STINKS, a cracked and worn-out Sneakoscope, and a gold locket inside which a note signed R.A.B. had been hidden, he finally discovered the sharp edge that had done the damage.
He recognized it at once. It was a two-inch-long fragment of the enchanted mir‐ ror that his dead godfather, Sirius, had given him. Harry laid it aside and felt cautiously around the trunk for the rest, but nothing more remained of his godfather’s last gift except powdered glass, which clung to the deepest layer of debris like glittering grit.
Then he placed the fragment on top of that morning’s Daily prophet, which lay unread on the bed, and attempted to stem the sudden upsurge of bitter memories, the stabs of regret and of longing the discovery of the broken mirror had occasioned, by attacking the rest of the rubbish in the trunk.
It took another hour to empty it completely, throw away the useless items, and sort the remain‐ der in piles according to whether or not he would need them from now on. His school and Quidditch robes, cauldron, parchment, quills, and most of his textbooks were piled in a corner, to be left be‐ hind.
He wondered what his aunt and uncle would do with them; burn them in the dead of night, probably, as if they were evidence of some dreadful crime. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF Book Download His Muggle clothing, Invisibility Cloak, potion-making kit, certain books, the photograph album Hagrid had once given him, a stack of let‐ ters, and his wand had been repacked into an old rucksack.
In a front pocket were the Marauder’s Map and the locket with the note signed R.A.B. inside it. The locket was accorded this place of hon‐ or not because it was valuable – in all usual senses it was worthless – but because of what it had cost to attain it. I met Albus Dumbledore at the age of eleven, on our first day at Hogwarts.
Our mutual attraction was undoubtedly due to the fact that we both felt ourselves to be outsiders. I had contracted dragon pox shortly before arriving at school, and while I was no longer contagious, my pock-marked visage and greenish hue did not encourage many to approach me. For his part, Albus had arrived at Hog‐ warts under the burden of unwanted notoriety.
Scarcely a year previously, his father, Percival, had been convicted of a savage and well-publicized attack upon three young Muggles. Albus never attempted to deny that his father (who was to die in Azkaban) had committed this crime; on the contrary, when I plucked up courage to ask him, he assured me that he knew his fa‐ ther to be guilty.
Beyond that, Dumbledore refused to speak of the sad business, though many at‐ tempted to make him do so. Some, indeed, were disposed to praise his father’s action and assumed that Albus too was a Muggle-hater. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF Book They could not have been more mistaken: As anybody who knew Albus would attest, he never revealed the remotest anti-Muggle tendency.
Indeed, his determined support for Muggle rights gained him many enemies in subsequent years. In a matter of months, however, Albus’s own fame had begun to eclipse that of his father. By the end of his first year he would never again be known as the son of a Muggle-hater, but as nothing more or less than the most brilliant student ever seen at the school.
Those of us who were priv‐ ileged to be his friends benefited from his example, not to mention his help and encouragement, with which he was always generous. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF Book He confessed to me later in life that he knew even then that his greatest pleasure lay in teaching. Several of his papers found their way into learned publications such as Transfiguration Today, Chal‐ lenges in Charming, and The Practical Potioneer.
He not only won every prize of note that the school offered, he was soon in regular correspon‐ dence with the most notable magical names of the day, including Nicolas Flamel, the celebrated al‐ chemist; Bathilda Bagshot, the noted historian; and Adalbert Waffling, the magical theoretician.
Dumbledore’s future career seemed likely to be meteoric, and the only question that remained was when he would become Minister of Magic. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF Book Though it was often predicted in later years that he was on the point of taking the job, however, he never had Ministerial ambitions. Three years after we had started at Hogwarts, Albus’s brother, Aberforth, arrived at school.
They were not alike: Aberforth was never bookish and, unlike Albus, preferred to settle arguments by du‐ eling rather than through reasoned discussion. However, it is quite wrong to suggest, as some have, that the brothers were not friends. They rubbed along as comfortably as two such different boys could do.
In fairness to Aberforth, it must be admitted that living in Albus’s shadow cannot have been an altogether comfortable experience. Being continually outshone was an occupational hazard of being his friend and cannot have been any more pleasurable as a brother. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF When Albus and I left Hogwarts we intended to take the then-traditional tour of the world together, visiting and observing foreign wizards, before pursuing our separate careers.
However, tragedy intervened. On the very eve of our trip, Albus’s mother, Kendra, died, leaving Albus the head, and sole breadwinner, of the family. I postponed my departure long enough to pay my respects at Kendra’s funeral, then left for what was now to be a solitary journey. With a younger brother and sister to care for, and little gold left to them, there could no longer be any question of Albus accompanying me.
That was the period of our lives when we had least contact. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows PDF I wrote to Albus, describing, perhaps insensitively, the wonders of my journey, from narrow escapes from chimaeras in Greece to the ex‐ periments of the Egyptian alchemists. His letters told me little of his day-to-day life, which I guessed to be frustratingly dull for such a brilliant wizard.
Harry’s heart seemed to expand and glow at the sight: He felt incredibly fond of all of them, even Mundungus, whom he had tried to strangle the last time they had met. There was silence in the room, broken only by gentle thuds as Hermione continued to throw books onto one pile or the other.
Ron sat watching her, and Harry looked from one to the other, un‐ able to say anything. The measure they had taken to protect their families made him realize, more than anything else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find words important enough.