Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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Harry Potter #7
"'Give me Harry Potter,' said Voldemort's voice, 'and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded.'"
As he climbs into the sidecar of Hagrid's motorbike and takes to the skies, leaving Privet Drive for the last time, Harry Potter knows that Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters are not far behind. The protective charm that has kept Harry safe until now is broken, but he cannot keep hiding. The Dark Lord is breathing fear into everything Harry loves and to stop him Harry will have to find and destroy the remaining Horcruxes. The final battle must begin вЂ“ Harry must stand and face his enemyвЂ¦
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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
of this book
and to you,
if you have
Oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.
But there is a cure in the house,
and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissful powers underground вЂ”
answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.
В В В В Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.
В В В В William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude
вЂ“В CHAPTER ONE вЂ”
The Dark Lord Ascending
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each otherвЂ™s chests; then, recognising each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking briskly in the same direction.
вЂ?News?вЂ™ asked the taller of the two.
вЂ?The best,вЂ™ replied Severus Snape.
The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge. The menвЂ™s long cloaks flapped around their ankles as they marched.
вЂ?Thought I might be late,вЂ™ said Yaxley, his blunt features sliding in and out of sight as the branches of overhanging trees broke the moonlight. вЂ?It was a little trickier than I expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that your reception will be good?вЂ™
Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the menвЂ™s way. Neither of them broke step: in silence both raised their left arms in a kind of salute and passed straight through as though the dark metal were smoke.
The yew hedges muffled the sound of the menвЂ™s footsteps. There was a rustle somewhere to their right: Yaxley drew his wand again, pointing it over his companionвЂ™s head, but the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure white peacock, strutting majestically along the top of the hedge.
вЂ?He always did himself well, Lucius. Peacocks вЂ¦вЂ™ Yaxley thrust his wand back under his cloak with a snort.
A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting 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