The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls, yet Harry found himself newly and happily impervious to gossip over the next few weeks. After all, it made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making him happier than he could remember being for a very long time, rather than because he had been involved in horrific scenes of Dark magic..cartier love bracelet replica.
â€œYou'd think people had better things to gossip about,â€ said Ginny, as she sat on the common-room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. â€œThree Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest.â€.christian louboutin outlet online.
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them..cheap christian louboutin replica.
â€œWhat did you tell her?â€.replica christian louboutin.
â€œI told her it's a Hungarian Horntail,â€ said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. â€œMuch more macho.â€.cheap christian louboutin.
â€œThanks,â€ said Harry, grinning. â€œAnd what did you tell her Ron's got?â€.http://www.vvon.co.uk.
â€œA Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where.â€.cartier love bracelet replica.
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing..cartier love ring replica.
â€œWatch it,â€ he said, pointing wamingly at Harry and Ginny. â€œJust because I've given my permission doesn't mean I can't withdraw itâ€”â€.Cartier Watches Replica.
â€œ'Your permissionâ€™ â€œ, scoffed Ginny. â€œSince when did you give me permission to do anything? Anyway, you said yourself you'd rather it was Harry than Michael or Dean.â€.cartier love ring replica.
â€œYeah, I would,â€ said Ron grudgingly. â€œAnd just as long as you don't start snogging each other in publicâ€”â€.cartier love bracelet replica.
â€œYou filthy hypocrite! What about you and Lavender, thrashing around like a pair of eels all over the place?â€ demanded Ginny..cartier juste un clou replica.
But Ron's tolerance was not to be tested much as they moved into June, for Harry and Ginny's time together was becoming increasingly restricted. Ginny's O.W.L.s were approaching and she was therefore forced to revise for hours into the night. On one such evening, when Ginny had retired to the library and Harry was sitting beside the window in the common room, supposedly finishing his Herbology home-work but in reality reliving a particularly happy hour he had spent down by the lake with Ginny at lunch-time, Hermione dropped into the seat between him and Ron with an unpleasantly purposeful look on her face..cartier love ring replica.
â€œI want to talk to you, Harry.â€.cartier love bracelet replica.
â€œWhat about?â€ said Harry suspiciously. Only the previous day, Hermione had told him off for distracting Ginny when she ought to be working hard for her examinations..cheap wedding dresses.
â€œThe so-called Half-Blood Prince.â€
â€œOh, not again,â€ he groaned. â€œWill you please drop it?â€
He had not dared to return to the Room of Requirement to retrieve his book, and his performance in Potions was suffering accordingly (though Slughorn, who approved of Ginny, had jocularly attributed this to Harry being lovesick). But Harry was sure that Snape had not yet given up hope of laying hands on the Prince's book, and was determined to leave it where it was while Snape remained on the lookout.
â€œI'm not dropping it,â€ said Hermione firmly, â€œuntil you've heard me out. Now, I've been trying to find out a bit about who might make a hobby of inventing Dark spellsâ€”â€
â€œHe didn't make a hobby of itâ€”â€
â€œHe, heâ€”who says it's a he?â€
â€œWe've been through this,â€ said Harry crossly. â€œPrince, Hermione, Prince!â€
â€œRight!â€ said Hermione, red patches blazing in her cheeks as she pulled a very old piece of newsprint out of her pocket and slammed it down on the table in front of Harry. â€œLook at that! Look at the picture!â€
Harry picked up the crumbling piece of paper and stared at the moving photograph, yellowed with age; Ron leaned over for a look, too. The picture showed a skinny girl of around fifteen. She was not pretty; she looked simultaneously cross and sullen, with heavy brows and a long, pallid face. Underneath the photograph was the caption: Eileen Prince, Captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones Team.
â€œSo?â€ said Harry, scanning the short news item to which the picture belonged; it was a rather dull story about inter-school competitions.
â€œHer name was Eileen Prince. Prince, Harry.â€
They looked at each other and Harry realised what Hermione was trying to say. He burst out laughing.
â€œYou think she was the Half-Blood...? Oh, come on.â€
â€œWell, why not? Harry, there aren't any real princes in the wizarding world! It's either a nickname, a made-up title somebody's given themselves, or it could be their actual name, couldn't it? No, listen! If, say, her father was a wizard whose surname was â€˜Prince', and her mother was a Muggle, then that would make her a â€˜half-blood Prince'!â€
â€œYeah, very ingenious, Hermione ...â€
â€œBut it would! Maybe she was proud of being half a Prince!â€
â€œListen, Hermione, I can tell it's not a girl. I can just tell.â€
â€œThe truth is that you don't think a girl would have been clever enough,â€ said Hermione angrily.
â€œHow can I have hung round with you for five years and not think girls are clever?â€ said Harry, stung by this. â€œIt's the way he writes. I just know the Prince was a bloke, I can tell. This girl hasn't got anything to do with it. Where did you get this, anyway?â€
â€œThe library,â€ said Hermione, predictably. â€œThere's a whole collection of old Prophets up there. Well, I'm going to find out more about Eileen Prince if I can.â€
â€œEnjoy yourself,â€ said Harry irritably.
â€œI will,â€ said Hermione. â€œAnd the first place I'll look,â€ she shot at him, as she reached the portrait hole, â€œis records of old Potions awards!â€
Harry scowled after her for a moment, then continued his contemplation of the darkening sky.
â€œShe's just never got over you outperforming her in Potions,â€ said Ron, returning to his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.
â€œYou don't think I'm mad, wanting that book back, do you?â€
â€œCourse not,â€ said Ron robustly. â€œHe was a genius, the Prince. Anyway ... without his bezoar tip ...â€ he drew his finger significantly across his own throat, â€œI wouldn't be here to discuss it, would I? I mean, I'm not saying that spell you used on Malfoy was greatâ€”â€
â€œNor am I,â€ said Harry quickly.
â€œBut he healed all right, didn't he? Back on his feet in no time.â€
â€œYeah,â€ said Harry; this was perfectly true, although his conscience squirmed slightly all the same. â€œThanks to Snape ...â€
â€œYou still got detention with Snape this Saturday?â€ Ron continued.
â€œYeah, and the Saturday after that, and the Saturday after that,â€ sighed Harry. â€œAnd he's hinting now that if I don't get all the boxes done by the end of term, we'll carry on next year.â€
He was finding these detentions particularly irksome because they cut into the already limited time he could have been spending with Ginny. Indeed, he had frequently wondered lately whether Snape did not know this, for he was keeping Harry later and later every time, while making pointed asides about Harry having to miss the good weather and the varied opportunities it offered.
Harry was shaken from these bitter reflections by the appearance at his side of Jimmy Peakes, who was holding out a scroll of parchment.
â€œThanks, Jimmy ... hey, it's from Dumbledore!â€ said Harry excitedly, unrolling the parchment and scanning it. â€œHe wants me to go to his office as quick as I can!â€
They stared at each other.
â€œBlimey,â€ whispered Ron. â€œYou don't reckon ... he hasn't found ...?â€
â€œBetter go and see, hadn't I?â€ said Harry, jumping to his feet.
He hurried out of the common room and along the seventh floor as fast as he could, passing nobody but Peeves, who swooped past in the opposite direction, throwing bits of chalk at Harry in a routine sort of way and cackling loudly as he dodged Harry's defensive jinx. Once Peeves had vanished, there was silence in the corridors; with only fifteen minutes left until curfew, most people had already returned to their common rooms.
And then Harry heard a scream and a crash. He stopped in his tracks, listening.
The noise was coming from a corridor nearby; Harry sprinted towards it, his wand at the ready, hurtled round another corner and saw Professor Trelawney sprawled upon the floor, her head covered in one of her many shawls, several sherry bottles lying beside her, one broken.
Harry hurried forwards and helped Professor Trelawney to her feet. Some of her glittering beads had become entangled with her glasses. She hiccoughed loudly, patted her hair and pulled herself up on Harry's helping arm.
â€œWhat happened, Professor?â€
â€œYou may well ask!â€ she said shrilly. â€œI was strolling along, brooding upon certain Dark portents I happen to have glimpsed ...â€
But Harry was not paying much attention. He had just noticed where they were standing: there on the right was the tapestry of dancing trolls and, on the left, that smoothly impenetrable stretch of stone wall that concealedâ€”
â€œProfessor, were you trying to get into the Room of Requirement?â€
â€œ... omens I have been vouchsafedâ€”what?â€
She looked suddenly shifty.
â€œThe Room of Requirement,â€ repeated Harry. â€œWere you trying to get in there?â€
â€œIâ€”wellâ€”I didn't know students knew aboutâ€”â€
â€œNot all of them do,â€ said Harry. â€œBut what happened? You screamed ... it sounded as though you were hurt...â€
â€œIâ€”well,â€ said Professor Trelawney, drawing her shawls around her defensively and staring down at him with her vastly magnified eyes. â€œI wished toâ€”ahâ€”deposit certain â€“ umâ€”personal items in the Room ...â€ And she muttered something about â€œnasty accusations".
â€œRight,â€ said Harry, glancing down at the sherry bottles. â€œBut you couldn't get in and hide them?â€
He found this very odd; the Room had opened for him, after all, when he had wanted to hide the Half-Blood Prince's book.
â€œOh, I got in all right,â€ said Professor Trelawney, glaring at the wall. â€œBut there was somebody already in there.â€
â€œSomebody inâ€”? Who?â€ demanded Harry. â€œWho was in there?â€
â€œI have no idea,â€ said Professor Trelawney, looking slightly taken aback at the urgency in Harry's voice. â€œI walked into the Room and I heard a voice, which has never happened before in all my years of hidingâ€”of using the Room, I mean.â€
â€œA voice? Saying what?â€
â€œI don't know that it was saying anything,â€ said Professor Trelawney. â€œIt was ... whooping.â€
â€œGleefully,â€ she said, nodding.
Harry stared at her.
â€œWas it male or female?â€
â€œI would hazard a guess at male,â€ said Professor Trelawney.
â€œAnd it sounded happy?â€
â€œVery happy,â€ said Professor Trelawney sniffily.
â€œAs though it was celebrating?â€
â€œAnd then I called out, â€˜Who's there?'â€
â€œYou couldn't have found out who it was without asking?â€ Harry asked her, slightly frustrated.
â€œThe Inner Eye,â€ said Professor Trelawney with dignity, straightening her shawls and many strands of glittering beads, â€œwas fixed upon matters well outside the mundane realms of whooping voices.â€
â€œRight,â€ said Harry hastily; he had heard about Professor Trelawney's Inner Eye all too often before. â€œAnd did the voice say who was there?â€
â€œNo, it did not,â€ she said. â€œEverything went pitch black and the next thing I knew, I was being hurled headfirst out of the Room!â€
â€œAnd you didn't see that coming?â€ said Harry, unable to help himself.
â€œNo, I did not, as I say, it was pitchâ€”â€ She stopped and glared at him suspiciously.
â€œI think you'd better tell Professor Dumbledore,â€ said Harry. â€œHe ought to know Malfoy's celebratingâ€”I mean, that someone threw you out of the Room.â€
To his surprise, Professor Trelawney drew herself up at this suggestion, looking haughty.
â€œThe Headmaster has intimated that he would prefer fewer visits from me,â€ she said coldly. â€œI am not one to press my company upon those who do not value it. If Dumbledore chooses to ignore the warnings the cards showâ€”â€
Her bony hand closed suddenly around Harry's wrist.
â€œAgain and again, no matter how I lay them outâ€”â€
And she pulled a card dramatically from underneath her shawls.
â€œâ€”the lightning-struck tower,â€ she whispered. â€œCalamity. Disaster. Coming nearer all the time ...â€
â€œRight,â€ said Harry again. â€œWell ... I still think you should tell Dumbledore about this voice and everything going dark and being thrown out of the Room ...â€
â€œYou think so?â€ Professor Trelawney seemed to consider the matter for a moment, but Harry could tell that she liked the idea of retelling her little adventure.
â€œI'm going to see him right now,â€ said Harry. â€œI've got a meeting with him. We could go together.â€
â€œOh, well, in that case,â€ said Professor Trelawney with a smile. She bent down, scooped up her sherry bottles and dumped them unceremoniously in a large blue and white vase standing in a nearby niche.
â€œI miss having you in my classes, Harry,â€ she said soulfully, as they set off together. â€œYou were never much of a Seer ... but you were a wonderful Object...â€
Harry did not reply; he had loathed being the Object of Professor Trelawney's continual predictions of doom.
â€œI am afraid,â€ she went on, â€œthat the nagâ€”I'm sorry, the centaurâ€”knows nothing of cartomancy. I asked himâ€”one Seer to anotherâ€”had he not, too, sensed the distant vibrations of coming catastrophe? But he seemed to find me almost comical. Yes, comical!â€
Her voice rose rather hysterically and Harry caught a powerful whiff of sherry even though the bottles had been left behind.
â€œPerhaps the horse has heard people say that I have not inherited my great-great-grandmother's gift. Those rumours have been bandied about by the jealous for years. You know what I say to such people, Harry? Would Dumbledore have let me teach at this great school, put so much trust in me all these years, had I not proved myself to him?â€
Harry mumbled something indistinct.
â€œI well remember my first interview with Dumbledore,â€ went on Professor Trelawney, in throaty tones. â€œHe was deeply impressed, of course, deeply impressed ... I was staying at the Hog's Head, which I do not advise, incidentallyâ€”bed bugs, dear boyâ€”but funds were low. Dumbledore did me the courtesy of calling upon me in my room at the inn. He questioned me ... I must confess that, at first, I thought he seemed ill-disposed towards Divination ... and I remember I was starting to feel a little odd, I had not eaten much that day ... but then ...â€
And now Harry was paying attention properly for the first time, for he knew what had happened then: Professor Trelawney had made the prophecy that had altered the course of his whole life, the prophecy about him and Voldemort.
â€œ... but then we were rudely interrupted by Severus Snape!â€
â€œYes, there was a commotion outside the door and it flew open, and there was that rather uncouth barman standing with Snape, who was waffling about having come the wrong way up the stairs, although I'm afraid that I myself rather thought he had been apprehended eavesdropping on my interview with Dumbledoreâ€”you see, he himself was seeking a job at the time, and no doubt hoped to pick up tips! Well, after that, you know, Dumbledore seemed much more disposed to give me a job, and I could not help thinking, Harry, that it was because he appreciated the stark contrast between my own unassuming manners and quiet talent, compared to the pushing, thrusting young man who was prepared to listen at keyholesâ€”Harry, dear?â€
She looked back over her shoulder, having only just realised that Harry was no longer with her; he had stopped walking and they were now ten feet from each other.
â€œHarry?â€ she repeated uncertainly.
Perhaps his face was white, to make her look so concerned and frightened. Harry was standing stock-still as waves of shock crashed over him, wave after wave, obliterating everything except the information that had been kept from him for so long ...
It was Snape who had overheard the prophecy. It was Snape who had carried the news of the prophecy to Voldemort. Snape and Peter Pettigrew together had sent Voldemort hunting after Lily and James and their son ...
Nothing else mattered to Harry just now.
â€œHarry?â€ said Professor Trelawney again. â€œHarry, I thought we were going to see the Headmaster together?â€
â€œYou stay here,â€ said Harry through numb lips.
â€œBut, dear ... I was going to tell him how I was assaulted in the Room ofâ€”â€
â€œYou stay here!â€ Harry repeated angrily.
She looked alarmed as he ran past her, round the corner into Dumbledore's corridor, where the lone gargoyle stood sentry. Harry shouted the password at the gargoyle and ran up the moving spiral staircase three steps at a time. He did not knock upon Dumbledore's door, he hammered; and the calm voice answered â€˜Enterâ€™ after Harry had already flung himself into the room.
Fawkes the phoenix looked round, his bright black eyes gleaming with reflected gold from the sunset beyond the window. Dumbledore was standing at the window looking out at the grounds, a long, black travelling cloak in his arms.
â€œWell, Harry, I promised that you could come with me.â€
For a moment or two, Harry did not understand; the conversation with Trelawney had driven everything else out of his head and his brain seemed to be moving very slowly.
â€œCome ... with you ... ?â€
â€œOnly if you wish it, of course.â€
And then Harry remembered why he had been eager to come to Dumbledore's office in the first place.
â€œYou've found one? You've found a Horcrux?â€
â€œI believe so.â€
Rage and resentment fought shock and excitement: for several moments, Harry could not speak.
â€œIt is natural to be afraid,â€ said Dumbledore.
â€œI'm not scared!â€ said Harry at once, and it was perfectly true; fear was one emotion he was not feeling at all. â€œWhich Horcrux is it? Where is it?â€
â€œI am not sure which it isâ€”though I think we can rule out the snakeâ€”but I believe it to be hidden in a cave on the coast many miles from here, a cave I have been trying to locate for a very long time: the cave in which Tom Riddle once terrorised two children from his orphanage on their annual trip; you remember?â€
â€œYes,â€ said Harry. â€œHow is it protected?â€
â€œI do not know; I have suspicions that may be entirely wrong.â€ Dumbledore hesitated, then said, â€œHarry, I promised you that you could come with me, and I stand by that promise, but it would be very wrong of me not to warn you that this will be exceedingly dangerous.â€
â€œI'm coming,â€ said Harry, almost before Dumbledore had finished speaking. Boiling with anger at Snape, his desire to do something desperate and risky had increased tenfold in the last few minutes. This seemed to show on Harry's face, for Dumbledore moved away from the window, and looked more closely at Harry, a slight crease between his silver eyebrows.
â€œWhat has happened to you?â€
â€œNothing,â€ lied Harry promptly.
â€œWhat has upset you?â€
â€œI'm not upset.â€
â€œHarry, you were never a good Occlumensâ€”â€
The word was the spark that ignited Harry's fury.
â€œSnape!â€ he said, very loudly, and Fawkes gave a soft squawk behind them. â€œSnape's what's happened! He told Voldemort about the prophecy, it was him, he listened outside the door, Trelawney told me!â€
Dumbledore's expression did not change, but Harry thought his face whitened under the bloody tinge cast by the setting sun. For a long moment, Dumbledore said nothing.
â€œWhen did you find out about this?â€ he asked at last.
â€œJust now!â€ said Many, who was refraining from yelling with enormous difficulty. And then, suddenly, he could not stop himself. â€œAND YOU LET HIM TEACH HERE AND HE TOLD VOLDEMORT TO GO AFTER MY MUM AND DAD!â€
Breathing hard as though he were fighting, Harry turned away from Dumbledore, who still had not moved a muscle, and paced up and down the study, rubbing his knuckles in his hand and exercising every last bit of restraint to prevent himself knocking things over. He wanted to rage and storm at Dumbledore, but he also wanted to go with him to try and destroy the Horcrux; he wanted to tell him that he was a foolish old man for trusting Snape, but he was terrified that Dumbledore would not take him along unless he mastered his anger ...
â€œHarry,â€ said Dumbledore quietly. â€œPlease listen to me.â€
It was as difficult to stop his relentless pacing as to refrain from shouting. Harry paused, biting his lip, and looked into Dumbledore's lined face.
â€œProfessor Snape made a terribleâ€”â€
â€œDon't tell me it was a mistake, sir, he was listening at the door!â€
â€œPlease let me finish.â€ Dumbledore waited until Harry had nodded curtly, then went on. â€œProfessor Snape made a terrible mistake. He was still in Lord Voldemort's employ on the night he heard the first half of Professor Trelawney's prophecy. Naturally, he hastened to tell his master what he had heard, for it concerned his master most deeply. But he did not knowâ€”he had no possible way of knowingâ€”which boy Voldemort would hunt from then onwards, or that the parents he would destroy in his murderous quest were people that Professor Snape knew, that they were your mother and fatherâ€”â€
Harry let out a yell of mirthless laughter.
â€œHe hated my dad like he hated Sirius! Haven't you noticed, Professor, how the people Snape hates tend to end up dead?â€
â€œYou have no idea of the remorse Professor Snape felt when he realised how Lord Voldemort had interpreted the prophecy, Harry. I believe it to be the greatest regret of his life and the reason that he returnedâ€”â€
â€œBut heâ€˜s a very good Occlumens, isn't he, sir?â€ said Harry, whose voice was shaking with the effort of keeping it steady. â€œAnd isn't Voldemort convinced that Snape's on his side, even now? Professor ... how can you be sure Snape's on our side?â€
Dumbledore did not speak for a moment; he looked as though he was trying to make up his mind about something. At last he said, â€œI am sure. I trust Severus Snape completely.â€
Harry breathed deeply for a few moments in an effort to steady himself. It did not work.
â€œWell, I don't!â€ he said, as loudly as before. â€œHe's up to something with Draco Malfoy right now, right under your nose, and you stillâ€”â€
â€œWe have discussed this, Harry,â€ said Dumbledore, and now he sounded stern again. â€œI have told you my views.â€
â€œ'You're leaving the school tonight and I'll bet you haven't even considered that Snape and Malfoy might decide to â€”â€
â€œTo what?â€ asked Dumbledore, his eyebrows raised. â€œWhat is it that you suspect them of doing, precisely?â€
â€œI ... they're up to something!â€ said Harry and his hands curled into fists as he said it. â€œProfessor Trelawney was just in the Room of Requirement, trying to hide her sherry bottles, and she heard Malfoy whooping, celebrating! He's trying to mend something dangerous in there and if you ask me he's fixed it at last and you're about to just walk out of school withoutâ€”â€
â€œEnough,â€ said Dumbledore. He said it quite calmly, and yet Harry fell silent at once; he knew that he had finally crossed some invisible line. â€œDo you think that I have once left the school unprotected during my absences this year? I have not. Tonight, when I leave, there will again be additional protection in place. Please do not suggest that I do not take the safety of my students seriously, Harry.â€
â€œI didn'tâ€”â€ mumbled Harry, a little abashed, but Dumbledore cut across him.
â€œI do not wish to discuss the matter any further.â€
Harry bit back his retort, scared that he had gone too far, that he had ruined his chance of accompanying Dumbledore, but Dumbledore went on, â€œDo you wish to come with me tonight?â€
â€œYes,â€ said Harry at once.
â€œVery well, then: listen.â€
Dumbledore drew himself up to his full height.
â€œI take you with me on one condition: that you obey any command I might give you at once, and without question.â€
â€œBe sure to understand me, Harry. I mean that you must follow even such orders as â€œrun", â€œhideâ€ or â€œgo back". Do I have your word?â€
â€œIâ€”yes, of course.â€
â€œIf I tell you to hide, you will do so?â€
â€œIf I tell you to flee, you will obey?â€
â€œIf I tell you to leave me, and save yourself, you will do as I tell you?â€
They looked at each other for a moment.
â€œVery good. Then I wish you to go and fetch your Cloak and meet me in the Entrance Hall in five minutesâ€™ time.â€
Dumbledore turned back to look out of the fiery window; the sun was now a ruby-red glare along the horizon. Harry walked quickly from the office and down the spiral staircase. His mind was oddly clear all of a sudden. He knew what to do.
Ron and Hermione were sitting together in the common room when he came back. â€˜What does Dumbledore want?â€™ Hermione said at once. â€˜Harry, are you okay?â€™ she added anxiously.
â€œI'm fine,â€ said Harry shortly, racing past them. He dashed up the stairs and into his dormitory, where he flung open his trunk and pulled out the Marauder's Map and a pair of balled-up socks. Then he sped back down the stairs and into the common room, skidding to a halt where Ron and Hermione sat, looking stunned.
â€œI haven't got much time,â€ Harry panted, â€œDumbledore thinks I'm getting my Invisibility Cloak. Listen ...â€
Quickly he told them where he was going, and why. He did not pause either for Hermione's gasps of horror or for Ron's hasty questions; they could work out the finer details for themselves later.
â€œ... so you see what this means?â€ Harry finished at a gallop. â€œDumbledore won't be here tonight, so Malfoy's going to have another clear shot at whatever he's up to. No, listen to me!â€ he hissed angrily, as both Ron and Hermione showed every sign of interrupting. â€œI know it was Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Hereâ€”â€ He shoved the Marauder's Map into Hermione's hand. â€œYou've got to watch him and you've got to watch Snape, too. Use anyone else who you can rustle up from the DA. Hermione, those contact Galleons will still work, right? Dumbledore says he's put extra protection in the school, but if Snape's involved, he'll know what Dumbledore's protection is, and how to avoid itâ€”but he won't be expecting you lot to be on the watch, will he?â€
â€œHarryâ€”â€ began Hermione, her eyes huge with fear.
â€œI haven't got time to argue,â€ said Harry curtly. â€œTake this as wellâ€”â€ He thrust the socks into Ron's hands.
â€œThanks,â€ said Ron. â€œErâ€”why do I need socks?â€
â€œYou need what's wrapped in them, it's the Felix Felicis. Share it between yourselves and Ginny too. Say goodbye to her from me. I'd better go, Dumbledore's waitingâ€”â€
â€œNo!â€ said Hermione, as Ron unwrapped the tiny little bottle of golden potion, looking awestruck. â€œWe don't want it, you take it, who knows what you're going to be facing?â€
â€œI'Il be fine, I'll be with Dumbledore,â€ said Harry. â€œI want to know you lot are okay ... don't look like that, Hermione, I'll see you laterâ€
And he was off, hurrying back through the portrait hole towards the Entrance Hall.
Dumbledore was waiting beside the oaken front doors. He turned as Harry came skidding out on to the topmost stone step, panting hard, a searing stitch in his side.
â€œI would like you to wear your Cloak, please,â€ said Dumbledore, and he waited until Harry had thrown it on before saying, â€œVery good. Shall we go?â€
Dumbledore set off at once down the stone steps, his own travelling cloak barely stirring in the still summer air. Harry hurried alongside him under the Invisibility Cloak, still panting and sweating rather a lot.
â€œBut what will people think when they see you leaving, Professor?â€ Harry asked, his mind on Malfoy and Snape.
â€œThat I am off into Hogsmeade for a drink,â€ said Dumbledore lightly. â€œI sometimes offer Rosmerta my custom, or else visit the Hog's Head ... or I appear to. It is as good a way as any of disguising one's true destination.â€
They made their way down the drive in the gathering twilight. The air was full of the smells of warm grass, lake water and wood smoke from Hagrid's cabin. It was difficult to believe that they were heading for anything dangerous or frightening.
â€œProfessor,â€ said Harry quietly, as the gates at the bottom of the drive came into view, â€œwill we be Apparating?â€
â€œYes,â€ said Dumbledore. â€œYou can Apparate now, I believe?â€
â€œYes,â€ said Harry, â€œbut I haven't got a licence.â€
He felt it best to be honest; what if he spoiled everything by turning up a hundred miles from where he was supposed to go?
â€œNo matter,â€ said Dumbledore, â€œI can assist you again.â€
They turned out of the gates into the twilit, deserted lane to Hogsmeade. Darkness descended fast as they walked and by the time they reached the High Street night was falling in earnest. Lights twinkled from windows over shops and as they neared the Three Broomsticks they heard raucous shouting.
â€œâ€”and stay out!â€ shouted Madam Rosmerta, forcibly ejecting a grubby-looking wizard. â€œOh, hello, Albus ... you're out late ...â€
â€œGood evening, Rosmerta, good evening ... forgive me, I'm off to the Hog's Head ... no offence, but I feel like a quieter atmosphere tonight...â€
A minute later they turned the corner into the side street where the Hog's Head's sign creaked a little, though there was no breeze. In contrast to the Three Broomsticks, the pub appeared to be completely empty.
â€œIt will not be necessary for us to enter,â€ muttered Dumbledore, glancing around. â€œAs long as nobody sees us go ... now place your hand upon my arm, Harry. There is no need to grip too hard, I am merely guiding you. On the count of threeâ€”one ... two ... three ...â€
Harry turned. At once, there was that horrible sensation that he was being squeezed through a thick rubber tube; he could not draw breath, every part of him was being compressed almost past endurance and then, just when he thought he must suffocate, the invisible bands seemed to burst open, and he was standing in cool darkness, breathing in lungfuls of fresh, salty air.
The Half Blood Prince
. . . . .