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â€œDonâ€™t exaggerate, Ron â€“ â€
â€œBut what have you been doing? People have been saying youâ€™ve just been on the run, Harry, but I donâ€™t think so. I think youâ€™ve been up to something.â€
â€œYouâ€™re right,â€ said Harry, â€œbut tell us about Hogwarts, Neville, we havenâ€™t heard anything.â€
â€œItâ€™s been â€¦. Well, itâ€™s not really like Hogwarts anymore,â€ said Neville, the smile fading from his face as he spoke. â€œDo you know about the Carrows?â€
â€œThose two Death Eaters who teach here?â€
â€œThey do more than teach,â€ said Neville. â€œTheyâ€™re in charge of all discipline. They like punishment, the Carrows.â€
â€œNah, they make her look tame. The other teachers are all supposed to refer us to the Carrows if we do anything wrong. They donâ€™t, though, if they can avoid it. You can tell they all hate them as much as we do.â€
â€œAmycus, the bloke, he teaches what used to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, except now itâ€™s just the Dark Arts. Weâ€™re supposed to practice the Cruciatus Curse on people whoâ€™ve earned detentions â€“ â€
Harry, Ron, and Hermioneâ€™s united voices echoed up and down the passage.
â€œYeah,â€ said Neville. â€œThatâ€™s how I got this one,â€ he pointed at a particularly deep gash in his cheek, â€œI refused to do it. Some people are into it, though; Crabbe and Goyle love it. First time theyâ€™ve ever been top in anything, I expect.â€
â€œAlecto, Amycusâ€™s sister, teaches Muggle Studies, which is compulsory for everyone. Weâ€™ve all got to listen to her explain how Muggles are like animals, stupid and dirty, and how they drive wizards into hiding by being vicious toward them, and how the natural order is being reestablished. I got this one,â€ he indicated another slash to his face, â€œfor asking her how much Muggle blood she and her brother have got.â€
â€œBlimey, Neville,â€ said Ron, â€œthereâ€™s a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.â€
â€œYou didnâ€™t see her,â€ said Neville. â€œYou wouldnâ€™t have stood it either. The thing is, it helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.â€
â€œBut theyâ€™ve used you as a knife sharpener,â€ said Ron, winding slightly as they passed a lamp and Nevilleâ€™s injuries were thrown into even greater relief.
â€œDoesnâ€™t matter. They donâ€™t want to spill too much pure blood, so theyâ€™ll torture us a bit if weâ€™re mouthy but they wonâ€™t actually kill us.â€
Harry did not know what was worse, the things that Neville was saying or the matter-of-fact tone in which he said them.
â€œThe only people in real danger are the ones whose friends and relatives on the outside are giving trouble. They get taken hostage. Old Xeno Lovegood was getting a bit too outspoken in The Quibbler, so they dragged Luna off the train on the way back for Christmas.â€
â€œNeville, sheâ€™s all right, weâ€™ve seen her â€“ â€
â€œYeah, I know, she managed to get a message to me.â€
From his pocket he pulled a golden coin, and Harry recognized it as one of the fake Galleons that Dumbledoreâ€™s Army had used to send one another messages.
â€œThese have been great,â€ said Neville, beaming at Hermione. â€œThe Carrows never rumbled how we were communicating, it drove them mad. We used to sneak out at night and put graffiti on the walls: Dumbledoreâ€™s Army, Still Recruiting, stuff like that. Snape hated it.â€
â€œYou used to?â€ said Harry, who had noticed the past tense.
â€œWell, it got more difficult as time went on.â€ said Neville. â€œWe lost Luna at Christmas, and Ginny never came back after Easter, and the three of us were sort of the leaders. The Carrows seemed to know I was behind a lot of it, so they started coming down on me hard, and then Michael Corner went and got caught releasing a first-year theyâ€™d chained up, and they tortured him pretty badly. That scared people off.â€
â€œNo kidding,â€ muttered Ron, as the passage began to slope upward.
â€œYeah, well, I couldnâ€™t ask people to go through what Michael did, so we dropped those kinds of stunts. But we were still fighting, doing underground stuff, right up until a couple of weeks ago. Thatâ€™s when they decided there was only one way to stop me, I suppose, and they went for Gran.â€
â€œThey what?â€ said Harry, Ron, and Hermione together.
â€œYeah,â€ said Neville, panting a little now, because the passage was climbing so steeply, â€œwell, you can see their thinking. It had worked really well, kidnapping kids to force their relatives to behave. I sâ€™pose it was only a matter of time before they did it the other way around. Thing was,â€ he faced them, and Harry was astonished to see that he was grinning, â€œthey bit off a bit more than they could chew with Gran. Little old witch living alone, they probably thought hey didnâ€™t need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway,â€ Neville laughed, â€œDawlish is still in St. Mungoâ€™s and Granâ€™s on the run. She sent me a letter,â€ he clapped a hand to the breast pocket of his robes, â€œtelling me she was proud of me, that Iâ€™m my parentâ€™s son, and to keep it up.â€
â€œCool,â€ said Ron.
â€œYea,â€ said Neville happily. â€œOnly thing was, once they realized they had no hold over me, they decided Hogwarts could do without me after all. I donâ€™t know whether they were planning to kill me or send me to Azkaban, either way, I knew it was time to disappear.â€
â€œBut,â€ said Ron, looking thoroughly confused, â€œarenâ€™t â€“ arenâ€™t we heading straight back for Hogwarts?â€
â€œâ€˜Course,â€ said Neville. â€œYouâ€™ll see. Weâ€™re here.â€
They turned a corner and there ahead of them was the end of the passage. Another short flight of steps led to a door just like the one hidden behind Arianaâ€™s portrait. Neville pushed it open and climbed through. As Harry followed, he heard Neville call out for unseen people:
â€œLook who it is! Didnâ€™t I tell you?â€
As Harry emerged into the room behind the passage, there were several screams and yells: â€œHARRY!â€
â€œItâ€™s Potter, itâ€™s POTTER!â€
He had a confused impression of colored hangings, of lamps and many faces. The next moment, he, Ron, and Hermione were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, their hair ruffled, their hands shaken, by what seemed to be more than twenty people. They might have just won a Quidditch final.
â€œOkay, okay, calm down!â€ Neville called, and as the crowd backed away, Harry was able to take in their surroundings.
He did not recognize the dorm at all. It was enormous, and looked rather like the interior of a particularly sumptuous tree house, or perhaps a gigantic shipâ€™s cabin. Multicolored hammocks were strung from the ceiling and from the balcony that ran around the dark wood-paneled and windowless walls, which were covered in bright tapestry hangings. Harry saw the gold Gryffindor lion, emblazoned on scarlet; the black badger of Hufflepuff, set against yellow; and the bronze eagle of Ravenclaw, on blue. The silver and green of Slytherin alone were absent. There were bulging bookcases, a few broomsticks propped against the walls, and in the corner, a large wood-cased wireless.
â€œWhere are we?â€
â€œRoom of Requirement, of course!â€ said Neville. â€œSurpassed itself, hasnâ€™t it? The Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasnâ€™t exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But itâ€™s expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived.â€
â€œAnd the Carrows canâ€™t get in?â€ asked Harry, looking around for the door.
â€œNo,â€ said Seamus Finnigan, whom Harry had not recognized until he spoke: Seamusâ€™s face was bruised and puffy. â€œItâ€™s a proper hideout, as long as one of us stays in here, they canâ€™t get at us, the door wonâ€™t open. Itâ€™s all down to Neville. He really gets this room. Youâ€™ve got to ask for exactly what you need â€“ like, â€˜I donâ€™t want any Carrow supporters to be able to get inâ€™ â€“ and itâ€™ll do it for you! Youâ€™ve just got to make sure you close the loopholes. Nevilleâ€™s the man!â€
â€œItâ€™s quite straightforward, really,â€ said Neville modestly. â€œIâ€™d been in here about a day and a half, and getting really hungry, and wishing I could get something to eat, and thatâ€™s when the passage to Hogâ€™s Head opened up. I went through it and met Aberforth. Heâ€™s been providing us with food, because for some reason, thatâ€™s the one thing the room doesnâ€™t really do.â€
â€œYeah, well, foodâ€™s one of the five exceptions to Gampâ€™s Law of Elemental Transfiguration,â€ said Ron to general astonishment.
â€œSo weâ€™ve been hiding out here for nearly two weeks,â€ said Seamus, â€œand it just makes more hammocks every time we need room, and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up â€“ â€
â€œ â€“ and thought theyâ€™d quite like to wash, yes,â€ supplied Lavender Brown, whom Harry had not noticed until that point. Now that he looked around properly, he recognized many familiar faces. Both Patil twins were there, as were Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, and Michael Corner.
â€œTell us what youâ€™ve been up to, though,â€ said Ernie. â€œThereâ€™ve been so many rumors, weâ€™ve been trying to keep up with you on Potterwatch.â€ He pointed at the wireless. â€œYou didnâ€™t break into Gringotts?â€
â€œThey did!â€ said Neville. â€œAnd the dragonâ€™s true too!â€
There was a smattering of applause and a few whoops; Ron took a bow.
â€œWhat were you after?â€ asked Seamus eagerly.
Before any of them could parry the question with one of their own, Harry felt a terrible, scorching pain in the lightning scar. As he turned his back hastily on the curious and delighted faces, the Room of Requirement vanished, and he was standing inside a ruined stone shack, and the rotting floorboards were ripped apart at his feet, a disinterred golden box lay open and empty beside the hole, and Voldemortâ€™s scream of fury vibrated inside his head.
With an enormous effort he pulled out of Voldemortâ€™s mind again, back to where he stood, swaying, in the Room of Requirement, sweat pouring from his face and Ron holding him up.
â€œAre you all right, Harry?â€ Neville was saying. â€œWhat to sit down? I expect youâ€™re tired, arenâ€™t â€“?â€
â€œNo,â€ said Harry. He looked at Ron and Hermione, trying to tell them without words that Voldemort had just discovered the loss of one of the other Horcruxes. Time was running out fast: If Voldemort chose to visit Hogwarts next, they would miss their chance.
â€œWe need to get going,â€ he said, and their expressions told him that they understood.
â€œWhat are we going to do, then, Harry?â€ asked Seamus. â€œWhatâ€™s the plan?â€
â€œPlan?â€ repeated Harry. He was exercising all his willpower to prevent himself succumbing again to Voldemortâ€™s rage: His scar was still burning. â€œWell, thereâ€™s something we â€“ Ron, Hermione, and I â€“ need to do, and then weâ€™ll get out of here.â€
Nobody was laughing or whooping anymore. Neville looked confused.
â€œWhat dâ€™you mean, â€˜get out of hereâ€™?â€
â€œWe havenâ€™t come back to stay,â€ said Harry, rubbing his scar, trying to soothe the pain. â€œThereâ€™s something important we need to do â€“ â€
â€œWhat is it?â€
â€œI â€“ I canâ€™t tell you.â€
There was a ripple of muttering at this: Nevilleâ€™s brows contracted.
â€œWhy canâ€™t you tell us? Itâ€™s something to do with fighting You-Know-Who, right?â€
â€œWell, yeah â€“ â€
â€œThen weâ€™ll help you.â€
The other members of Dumbledoreâ€™s Army were nodding, some enthusiastically, others solemnly. A couple of them rose from their chairs to demonstrate their willingness for immediate action.
â€œYou donâ€™t understand,â€ Harry seemed to have said that a lot in the last few hours. â€œWe â€“ we canâ€™t tell you. Weâ€™ve got to do it â€“ alone.â€
â€œWhy?â€ asked Neville.
â€œBecause â€¦â€ In his desperation to start looking for the missing Horcrux, or at least have a private discussion with Ron and Hermione about where they might commence their search. Harry found it difficult to gather his thoughts. His scar was still searing. â€œDumbledore left the three of us a job,â€ he said carefully, â€œand we werenâ€™t supposed to tell â€“ I mean, he wanted us to do it, just the three of us.â€
â€œWeâ€™re his army,â€ said Neville. â€œDumbledoreâ€™s Army. We were all in it together, weâ€™ve been keeping it going while you three have been off on your own â€“ â€
â€œIt hasnâ€™t exactly been a picnic, mate,â€ said Ron.
â€œI never said it had, but I donâ€™t see why you canâ€™t trust us. Everyone in this roomâ€™s been fighting and theyâ€™ve been driven in here because the Carrows were hunting them down. Everyone in hereâ€™s proven theyâ€™re loyal to Dumbledore â€“ loyal to you.â€
â€œLook,â€ Harry began, without knowing what he was going to say, but it did not matter. The tunnel door had just opened behind him.
â€œWe got your message, Neville! Hello you three, I thought you must be here!â€
It was Luna and Dean. Seamus gave a great roar of delight and ran to hug his best friend.
â€œHi, everyone!â€ said Luna happily. â€œOh, itâ€™s great to be back!â€
â€œLuna,â€ said Harry distractedly, â€œwhat are you doing here? How did you â€“?â€
â€œI sent for her,â€ said Neville, holding up the fake Galleon. â€œI promised her and Ginny that if you turned up Iâ€™d let them know. We all thought that if you came back, it would mean revolution. That we were going to overthrow Snape and the Carrows.â€
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â€œListen,â€ said Harry with a rising sense of panic, â€œIâ€™m sorry, but thatâ€™s not what we came back for. Thereâ€™s something weâ€™ve got to do, and then â€“ â€
â€œYouâ€™re going to leave us in this mess?â€ demanded Michael Cornet.
â€œNo!â€ said Ron. â€œWhat weâ€™re doing will benefit everyone in the end, itâ€™s all about trying to get rid of You-Know-Who â€“ â€
â€œThen let us help!â€ said Neville angrily. â€œWe want to be a part of it!â€
There was another noise behind them, and Harry turned. His heart seemed to fall: Ginny was now climbing through the hole in the wall, closely followed by Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. Ginny gave Harry a radiant smile: He had forgotten, he had never fully appreciated, how beautiful she was, but he had never been less pleased to see her.
â€œAberforthâ€™s getting a bit annoyed,â€ said Fred, raising his hand in answer to several cries of greeting. â€œHe wants a kip, and his barâ€™s turned into a railway station.â€
Harryâ€™s mouth fell open. Right behind Lee Jordan came Harryâ€™s old girlfriend, Cho Chang. She smiled at him.
â€œI got the message,â€ she said, holding up her own fake Galleon and she walked over to sit beside Michael Corner.
â€œSo whatâ€™s the plan, Harry?â€ said George.
â€œThere isnâ€™t one,â€ said Harry, still disoriented by the sudden appearance of all these people, unable to take everything in while his scar was still burning so fiercely.
â€œJust going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favorite kind,â€ said Fred.
â€œYouâ€™ve got to stop this!â€ Harry told Neville. â€œWhat did you call them all back for? This is insane â€“ â€
â€œWeâ€™re fighting, arenâ€™t we?â€ said Dean, taking out his fake Galleon. â€œThe message said Harry was back, and we were going to fight! Iâ€™ll have to get a wand, though â€“ â€
â€œYou havenâ€™t got a wandâ€“?â€ began Seamus.
Ron turned suddenly to Harry.
â€œWhy canâ€™t they help?â€
â€œThey can help.â€ He dropped his voice and said, so that none of them could hear but Hermione, who stood between them, â€œWe donâ€™t know where it is. Weâ€™ve got to find it fast. We donâ€™t have to tell them itâ€™s a Horcrux.â€
Harry looked from Ron to Hermione, who murmured, â€œI think Ronâ€™s right. We donâ€™t even know what weâ€™re looking for, we need them.â€ And when Harry looked unconvinced, â€œYou donâ€™t have to do everything alone, Harry.â€
Harry thought fast, his scar still prickling, his head threatening to split again. Dumbledore had warned him against telling anyone but Ron and Hermione about the Horcruxes. Secrets and lies, thatâ€™s how we grew up, and Albus â€¦ he was a natural â€¦ Was he turning into Dumbledore, keeping his secrets clutched to his chest, afraid to trust? But Dumbledore had trusted Snape, and where had that led? To murder at the top of the highest tower â€¦
â€œAll right,â€ he said quietly to the other two. â€œOkay,â€ he called to the room at large, and all noise ceased: Fred and George, who had been cracking jokes for the benefit of those nearest, fell silent, and all of the looked alert, excited.
â€œThereâ€™s something we need to find,â€ Harry said. â€œSomething â€“ something thatâ€™ll help us overthrow You-Know-Who. Itâ€™s here at Hogwarts, but we donâ€™t know where. It might have belonged to Ravenclaw. Has anyone heard of an object like that? Has anyone come across something with her eagle on it, for instance?â€
He looked hopefully toward the little group of Ravenclaws, to Padma, Michael, Terry, and Cho, but it was Luna who answered, perched on the arm of Ginnyâ€™s chair.
â€œWell, thereâ€™s her lost diadem. I told you about it, remember, Harry? The lost diadem of Ravenclaw? Daddyâ€™s trying to duplicate it.â€
â€œYeah, but the lost diadem,â€ said Michael Corner, rolling his eyes, â€œis lost, Luna. Thatâ€™s sort of the point.â€
â€œWhen was it lost?â€ asked Harry.
â€œCenturies ago, they say,â€ said Cho, and Harryâ€™s heart sank. â€œProfessor Flitwick says the diadem vanished with Ravenclaw herself. People have looked, but,â€ she appealed to her fellow Ravenclaws. â€œNobodyâ€™s ever found a trace of it, have them?â€
They all shook their heads.
â€œSorry, but what is a diadem?â€ asked Ron.
â€œItâ€™s a kind of crown,â€ said Terry Boot. â€œRavenclawâ€™s was supposed to have magical properties, enhance the wisdom of the wearer.â€
â€œYes, Daddyâ€™s Wrackspurt siphons â€“ â€
But Harry cut across Luna.
â€œAnd none of you have ever seen anything that looks like it?â€
They all shook their heads again. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and his own disappointment was mirrored back at him. An object that had been lost this long, and apparently without trace, did not seem like a good candidate for the Horcrux hidden in the castle â€¦ Before he could formulate a new question, however, Cho spoke again.
â€œIf youâ€™d like to see what the diademâ€™s supposed to look like, I could take you up to our common room and show you, Harry. Ravenclawâ€™s wearing it in her statue.â€
Harryâ€™s scar scorched again: For a moment the Room of Requirement swam before him, and he saw instead the dark earth soaring beneath him and felt the great snake wrapped around his shoulders. Voldemort was flying again, whether to the underground lake or here, to the castle, he did not know: Either way, there was hardly any time left.
â€œHeâ€™s on the move,â€ he said quietly to Ron and Hermione. He glanced at Cho and then back at them. â€œListen, I know itâ€™s not much of a lead, but Iâ€™m going to go look at this statue, at least find out what the diadem looks like. Wait for me here and keep, you know â€“ the other one â€“ safe.â€
Cho had got to her feet, but Ginny said rather fiercely, â€œNo, Luna will take Harry, wonâ€™t you, Luna?â€
â€œOooh, yes, Iâ€™d like to,â€ said Luna happily, as Cho sat down again, looking disappointed.
â€œHow do we get out?â€ Harry asked Neville.
He led Harry and Luna to a corner, where a small cupboard opened onto a steep staircase. â€œIt comes out somewhere different every day, so theyâ€™ve never been able to find it,â€ he said. â€œOnly trouble is, we never know exactly where weâ€™re going to end up when we go out. Be careful, Harry, theyâ€™re always patrolling the corridors at night.â€
â€œNo problem,â€ said Harry. â€œSee you in a bit.â€
He and Luna hurried up the staircase, which was long, lit by torches, and turned corners in unexpected places. At last they reached what appeared to be solid wall.
â€œGet under here,â€ Harry told Luna, pulling out the Invisibility Cloak and throwing it over both of them. He gave the wall a little push.
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â€œWeâ€™re up on the fifth floor,â€ he whispered, watching filch moving away from them, a corridor ahead. â€œCome on, this way.â€
They crept off.
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â€œThe way, Harry,â€ breathed Luna, plucking his sleeve and pulling him toward a spiral staircase.
They climbed in tight, dizzying circles; Harry had never been up here before. At last they reached a door. There was no handle and no keyhole: nothing but a plain expanse of aged wood, and a bronze knocker in the shape an eagle.
Luna reached out a pale hand, which looked eerie floating in midair, unconnected to arm or body. She knocked once, and in the silence it sounded to Harry like a cannon blast. At once the beak of the eagle opened, but instead of a birdâ€™s called, a soft, musical voice said, â€œWhich came first, the phoenix or the flame?â€
â€œHmm â€¦ What do you think, Harry?â€ said Luna, looking thoughtful.
â€œWhat? Isnâ€™t there a password?â€
â€œOh no, youâ€™ve got to answer a question,â€ said Luna.
â€œWhat if you get it wrong?â€
â€œWell, you have to wait for somebody who gets it right,â€ said Luna. â€œThat way you learn, you see?â€
â€œYeah â€¦ Trouble is, we canâ€™t really afford to wait for anyone else, Luna.â€
â€œNo, I see what you mean,â€ said Luna seriously. â€œWell then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.â€
â€œWell reasoned,â€ said the voice, and the door swung open.
The deserted Ravenclaw common room was a wide, circular room, airier than any Harry had ever seen at Hogwarts. Graceful arched windows punctuated the walls, which were hung with blue-and-bronze silks. By day, the Ravenclaws would have a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains. The ceiling was domed and painted with stars, which were echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. There were tables, chairs, and bookcases, and in a niche opposite the door stood a tall statue of white marble.
Harry recognized Rowena Ravenclaw from the bust he had seen at Lunaâ€™s house. The statue stood beside a door that led, he guessed, to dormitories above. He strode right up to the marble woman, and she seemed to look back at him with a quizzical half smile on her face, beautiful yet slightly intimidating. A delicate-looking circlet had been reproduced in marble on top of her head. It was not unlike the tiara Fleur had worn at her wedding. There were tiny words etched into it. Harry stepped out from under the Cloak and climbed up onto Ravenclawâ€™s plinth to read them.
â€œâ€˜Wit beyond measure is manâ€™s greatest treasure.â€™â€
â€œWhich makes you pretty skint, witless,â€ said a cackling voice.
Harry whirled around, slipped off the plinth, and landed on the floor. The sloping-shouldered figure of Alecto Carrow was standing before him, and even as Harry raised his wand, she pressed a stubby forefinger to the skull and snake branded on her forearm.
The Deathly Hallows
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