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  • "Severus, here," said Voldemort, indicating the seat on his im-mediate right.
  • Most of the eyes around the table followed Snape, and it was to him that Voldemort spoke first.
  • The interest around the table sharpened palpably: Some stiffened, others fidgeted, all gazing at Snape and Voldemort.
  • "Saturday … at nightfall," repeated Voldemort.
  • Yaxley had leaned forward to look down the long table at Voldemort and Snape.
  • Voldemort called down the table, the firelight glinting strangely in his red eyes.
  • "It is a start," said Voldemort.
  • "As long as our friend Thicknesse is not discovered before he has converted the rest," said Voldemort.
  • "All the better," said Voldemort.
  • Voldemort, however, seemed to be speaking more to himself than to any of them, still addressing the unconscious body above him.
  • "No volunteers?" said Voldemort.
  • Lucius Malfoy made an involuntary movement; for a fraction of a second, it seemed he expected to receive Voldemort’s wand in exchange for his own.
  • The gesture was not missed by Voldemort, whose eyes widened maliciously.
  • The huge snake emerged to climb slowly up Voldemort’s chair.
  • Voldemort stroked the creature absently with long thin fingers, still looking at Lucius Malfoy.
  • To Malfoy’s left, his wife made an odd, stiff nod, her eyes averted from Voldemort and the snake.
  • "No higher pleasure," repeated Voldemort, his head tilted a little to one side as he considered Bellatrix.
  • "What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers.
  • "Enough," said Voldemort, stroking the angry snake.
  • "You shall have it," said Voldemort.
  • Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy’s wand, pointed it directly at the slowly revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick.
  • "Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort.
  • "But you would not have taken her classes," said Voldemort.
  • "Silence," said Voldemort, with another twitch of Malfoy’s wand, and Charity fell silent as if gagged.
  • There was no mistaking the anger and contempt in Voldemort’s voice.
  • "Dinner, Nagini," said Voldemort softly, and the great snake swayed and slithered from his shoulders onto the polished wood.
  • Harry was sure that the Ministry was leaning on the Prophet to suppress news about Voldemort.
  • People are disappearing and dying and he’s behind it — Voldemort.
  • The unique position you hold in the hearts of the anti Voldemort movement?
  • The remaining Death Eater yelled; Voldemort screamed, "NO!"
  • He felt Voldemort before he saw him.
  • He could not understand where Voldemort had gone and expected him to swoop out of the darkness at any moment.
  • "Voldemort — " "Easy, now," said Ted Tonks, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder and pushing him back against the cushions.
  • Now Harry understood why Voldemort had vanished; it had been at the point when the motorbike crossed the barrier of the Order’s charms.
  • Voldemort knew that you were being moved tonight and the only people who could have told him were directly involved in the plan.
  • "None of the Order would have told Voldemort we were moving tonight," said Harry.
  • Voldemort only caught up with me toward the end, he didn’t know which one I was in the beginning.
  • "Voldemort caught up with you?" said Lupin sharply.
  • "I won’t blast people out of my way just because they’re there," said Harry, "That’s Voldemort’s job."
  • Voldemort — he can fly — went straight for them.
  • I trust all of you, I don’t think anyone in this room would ever sell me to Voldemort.
  • "If Voldemort finds out I’m here — " "But why should he?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
  • He felt angry and frustrated; he hated the idea that they were all imagining him to have power to match Voldemort’s.
  • You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!
  • Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she’s holding us here making vol-au-vents?
  • Because they know I had no choice or because they don’t want me to tell the world Voldemort attacked me?
  • I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.
  • Don’t you think there’s a possibility that Voldemort’s keeping a watch on Godric’s Hollow?
  • Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said about Voldemort moving beyond "usual evil."
  • I can’t see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you?
  • I think Voldemort’s looking for him.
  • In one spiraling moment it seemed to hit him: Her future was free and unencumbered, whereas his…he could see nothing but Voldemort ahead.
  • Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort?
  • So Voldemort was looking for a celebrated wandmaker and Harry did not have to search far for a reason.
  • It was surely because of what Harry’ wand had done on the night that Voldemort pursued him across the skies.
  • Voldemort’s taken over the Ministry, what else do we need to know?
  • Lord Voldemort is not sure that he will forgive this time….
  • Harry felt sickened by what he had seen, by the use to which Draco was now being put by Voldemort.
  • If he was a Death Eater he had access to Voldemort, and if he became disenchanted, then he would have wanted to bring Voldemort down!
  • If he was a Death Eater he had access to Voldemort, and if he became disenchanted, then he would have wanted to bring Voldemort down!
  • "Like Voldemort put on the stone basin in the cave," said Harry, remembering how he had been unable to Summon the fake locket.
  • Whether he’d manage to destroy it or not, he’d want to keep it hidden from Voldemort, wouldn’t he?
  • How could Voldemort have made such a mistake?
  • Voldemort tried to kill you, Regulus died to bring Voldemort down, but you were still happy to betray Sirius to Voldemort?
  • Voldemort tried to kill you, Regulus died to bring Voldemort down, but you were still happy to betray Sirius to Voldemort?
  • Voldemort tried to kill you, Regulus died to bring Voldemort down, but you were still happy to betray Sirius to Voldemort?
  • You were happy to go to Narcissa and Bellatrix, and pass information to Voldemort through them …
  • He’s a slave; house-elves are used to bad, even brutal treatment; what Voldemort did to Kreacher wasn’t that far out of the common way.
  • Well, Voldemort did … and so did Sirius.
  • He pulled out Hagrid’s purse and took out the fake Horcrux, the substitute locket in which Regulus had placed the note to Voldemort.
  • His puppet, Thicknesse, is taking care of everyday business, leaving Voldemort free to extend his power beyond the Ministry.
  • Yes, Voldemort is playing a very clever game.
  • "And this dramatic change in Ministry policy," said Harry, "involves warning the Wizarding world against me instead of Voldemort?"
  • Now that Dumbledore is dead, you — the Boy Who Lived — were sure to be the symbol and rallying point for any resistance to Voldemort.
  • This way, Voldemort will have the whole Wizarding population under his eye from a young age.
  • Let me know if you ever defeat Voldemort, won’t you?
  • I’ve just seen Voldemort murdering a woman.
  • HE thought the connection was dangerous — Voldemort can use it, Harry!
  • And so does Voldemort, Hermione!
  • Snape, however, looked calmly back into Voldemort’s face and, after a moment or two, Voldemort’s lipless mouth curved into something like a smile.
  • Snape, however, looked calmly back into Voldemort’s face and, after a moment or two, Voldemort’s lipless mouth curved into something like a smile.
  • Voldemort did not laugh.
  • Voldemort needed an elf?
  • "Good," said Voldemort.
  • To his right, his son, Draco, who had been gazing up at the inert body overhead, glanced quickly at Voldemort and away again, terrified to make eye contact.
  • If the Ministry and Voldemort are behind Snape, it’ll be a choice between staying and teaching, or a nice few years in Azkaban — and that’s if they’re lucky.
  • I wonder when Dumbledore removed it from the library…. if he didn’t do it until he was headmaster, I bet Voldemort got all the instruction he needed from here.
  • He would have found Kreacher, with his snoutlike nose and bloodshot eyes, a distinctively unlovable object even if the elf had not betrayed Sirius to Voldemort.
  • At her touch, Malfoy put his hand into his robes, withdrew a wand, and passed it along to Voldemort, who held it up in front of his red eyes, examining it closely.
  • That’s to make it more difficult for Voldemort to track them down and interrogate them about me — or you, because unfortunately, I’ve told them quite a bit about you.
  • Of course, Voldemort would have considered the ways of house-elves far beneath his notice … It would never have occurred to him that they might have magic that he didn’t.
  • Looking sideways, he stared into the red eyes and was sure they would be the last thing he ever saw: Voldemort preparing to curse him once more — And then Voldemort vanished.
  • Looking sideways, he stared into the red eyes and was sure they would be the last thing he ever saw: Voldemort preparing to curse him once more — And then Voldemort vanished.
  • The Order is sure Voldemort will target you, whether to torture you to try and find out where I am, or because he thinks by holding you hostage I’d come and try to rescue you.
  • The bike was falling, I couldn’t have told you where Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand and found him and shot a spell at him, and it wasn’t even a spell I recognized.
  • The company around the table watched Voldemort apprehen-sively, each of them, by his or her expression, afraid that they might be blamed for Harry Potter’s continued existence.
  • It rose, seemingly endlessly, and came to rest across Voldemort’s shoulders: its neck the thickness of a man’s thigh; its eyes, with their vertical slits for pupils, unblinking.
  • But by suggesting that you had a hand in the old hat’s death, Voldemort has not only set a price upon your head, but sown doubt and fear amongst many who would have defended you.
  • Yaxley waited, but Voldemort did not speak, so he went on, "Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that Potter will not be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns seventeen."
  • People are dying — I was nearly one of them — Voldemort chased me across three countries, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but there’s no word about any of that from the Ministry, has there?
  • He had merely glanced at the headline when he had taken the rolled-up paper from the delivery owl early that morning and thrown it aside, after noting that it said nothing about Voldemort.
  • Naturally many people have deduced what has happened: There has been such a dramatic change in Ministry policy in the last few days, and many are whispering that Voldemort must be behind it.
  • He only hoped they would continue to work: He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke, looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.
  • "Wormtail," said Voldemort, with no change in his quiet, thoughtful tone, and without removing his eyes from the revolving body above, "have I not spoken to you about keeping our prisoner quiet?"
  • Voldemort.
  • Harry glanced at Hagrid, who had just risked his own life to save Harry’s — Hagrid, whom he loved, whom he trusted, who had once been tricked into giving Voldemort crucial information in exchange for a dragon’s egg….
  • It was over: He could not see or hear where Voldemort was; he glimpsed another Death Eater swooping out of the way and heard, "Avada — " As the pain from Harry’s scar forced his eyes shut, his wand acted of its own accord.
  • Perhaps it was simply because it was there that he had survived Voldemort’s Killing Curse; now that he was facing the challenge of repeating the feat, Harry was drawn to the place where it had happened, wanting to understand.
  • They glared at each other; Harry knew that he had not convinced Hermione and that she was marshaling counterarguments, against both his theory on his wand and the fact that he was permitting himself to see into Voldemort’s mind.
  • All the jobs she handed out seemed to keep him, Ron, and Hermione away from one another; he had not had a chance to speak to the two of them alone since the first night, when he had told them about Voldemort torturing Ollivander.
  • "My Lord," Yaxley went on, "Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be used to transfer the boy — " Voldemort held up a large white hand, and Yaxley subsided at once, watching resentfully as Voldemort turned back to Snape.
  • "My Lord," Yaxley went on, "Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be used to transfer the boy — " Voldemort held up a large white hand, and Yaxley subsided at once, watching resentfully as Voldemort turned back to Snape.
  • Dumbledore would have known how and why Harry’s wand had acted indepen-dently, because Dumbledore always had the answers; he had known about wands, had explained to Harry the strange connection that existed between his wand and Voldemort’s….
  • Did Voldemort or his henchmen know, even now, where Hermione had taken them?
  • Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Gregorovitch.
  • He remembered how he, as Voldemort, had seemed to hurtle through Gregorovitch’s eyes, into his memories….
  • What was Voldemort trying to find?
  • The orphanage had been the place Voldemort had been determined to escape; he would never have hidden a part of his soul there.
  • It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday.
  • He was Harry… Harry, not Voldemort… and the thing that was rustling was not a snake… He opened his eyes.
  • Screamed curses like Voldemort, cried like the baby in the crib?
  • Harry thought of Ollivander, kidnapped and held hostage by Voldemort; of Gregorovitch, who was dead.
  • Their escape from Godric’s Hollow had been so narrow that Voldemort seemed somehow closer than before, more threatening.
  • It all made sense, Voldemort was not seeking a new wand; he was seeking an old wand, a very old wand indeed.
  • Was it likely that Voldemort knew about them?
  • Where was Voldemort searching now?
  • The visions he and Voldemort were sharing had changed in quality; they had become blurred, shifting as though they were moving in and out of focus.
  • Harry’s scar burned in the silence, but he made a supreme effort to keep himself present, nor to slip into Voldemort’s mind.
  • Harry’s scar was Exquisitely painful, but he struggled with all his strength against the pull of Voldemort’s thoughts.
  • Harry thought he knew why Greyback was not calling Voldemort.
  • The worst had not happened yet: Voldemort was not here.
  • How long it would take Voldemort to get to this place, once he knew that Harry was here, was another matter….
  • The frail man sat up, great sunken eyes fixed upon him, upon Voldemort, and then he smiled.
  • He could see no way out, and it was easier, as his fear mounted, to block out Voldemort’s thoughts, though his scar was still burning.
  • Voldemort, I welcome death!
  • He felt Voldemort’s fury, but as Hermione screamed again he shut it out, returning to the cellar and the horror of his own present.
  • Dimly he knew that they had moments, seconds before Voldemort was with them.
  • He had learned control at last, learned to shut his mind to Voldemort, the very thing Dumbledore had wanted him to learn from Snape.
  • Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out…though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.
  • And still his scar prickled, and he knew that Voldemort was getting there too.
  • He knew, he was certain, that there was hardly any time left in which to beat Voldemort to his goal, or else to attempt to thwart him.
  • Voldemort was at the gates of Hogwarts; Harry could see him standing there, and see too the lamp bobbing in the pre-dawn, coming closer and closer.
  • The enormity of his decision not to race Voldemort to the wand still scared Harry.
  • Harry had no answers: There were moments when he wondered whether it had been outright madness not to try to prevent Voldemort breaking open the tomb.
  • Voldemort had said nothing about Harry’s wand, nothing about the twin cores, nothing about Gregorovitch making a new and more powerful wand to beat Harry’s….
  • Without any other leads, they traveled into London and, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, searching for the orphanage in which Voldemort had been raised.
  • Harry explained how the Death Eaters pursuing them had seemed to recognize him as the true Harry, how they had abandoned the chase, how they must have summoned Voldemort, who had appeared just before he and Hagrid had reached the sanctuary of Tonks’s parents.
  • He was worried that the connection between himself and Voldemort had been damaged, a connection that he both feared and, whatever he had told Hermione, prized.
  • Voldemort was flying like smoke on the wind, without broomstick or thestral to hold him, his snake-like face gleaming out of the blackness, his white fingers raising his wand again — Hagrid let out a bellow of fear and steered the motorbike into a vertical dive.
  • He wished that he had not told them what he had seen and felt; it made Voldemort more threatening, as though he were pressing against the window of the room, and still the pain in his scar was building and he fought it: It was like resisting the urge to be sick.
  • And he had dropped the photograph of the thief, and it would surely be easy now for Voldemort to find out who he was… Voldemort had all the information now… "Harry?"
  • And he had dropped the photograph of the thief, and it would surely be easy now for Voldemort to find out who he was… Voldemort had all the information now… "Harry?"
  • Even now, having been tortured and imprisoned by Voldemort, the idea of the Dark Wizard in possession of this wand seemed to enthrall him as much as it repulsed him.
  • Harry walked to the entrance of the tent, forgetting about Ron and Hermione as he looked out into the night, thinking… Voldemort had been raised in a Muggle orphanage.
  • She sat beside her sister, as unlike her in looks, with her dark hair and heavily lidded eyes, as she was in bearing and demeanor; where Narcissa sat rigid and impassive, Bellatrix leaned toward Voldemort, for mere words could not demonstrate her longing for closeness.
  • Apparently Voldemort was dwelling endlessly on the unknown youth with the gleeful face, whose name and whereabouts, Harry felt sure, Voldemort knew no better than he did.
  • Apparently Voldemort was dwelling endlessly on the unknown youth with the gleeful face, whose name and whereabouts, Harry felt sure, Voldemort knew no better than he did.
  • Just as Voldemort had not been able to possess Harry while Harry was consumed with grief for Sirius, so his thoughts could not penetrate Harry now while he mourned Dobby.
  • Closing his puffy eyes, he allowed the pain in his scar to overcome him for a moment, wanting to know what Voldemort was doing, whether he knew yet that Harry was caught….
  • As he extinguished his wand, however, he was thinking not of Polyjuice Potion, Puking Pastilles, or the navy blue robes of Magical Maintenance; he thought of Gregorovitch the wandmaker, and how long he could hope to remain hidden while Voldemort sought him so determinedly.
  • Hearing familiar, friendly voices was an extraordinary tonic; Harry had become so used to their isolation he had nearly forgotten that other people were resisting Voldemort.
  • "There are legends, though," said Harry, and as his heart rate quickened, the pain in his scar became more intense; he was sure that Voldemort has decided to put his idea into action.
  • Now forced to accept that the Elder Wand was real, she maintained that it was an evil object, and that the way Voldemort had taken possession of it was repellent, not to be considered.
  • "Wand-carriers," repeated Harry: The phrase fell oddly upon his ears as his scar prickled, as Voldemort turned his thoughts northward, and as Harry burned to question Ollivander next door.
  • With a shout of fury Hagrid launched himself off the bike at the Death Eater; to his horror, Harry saw both Hagrid and the Death Eater, falling out of sight, their combined weight too much for the broomstick — Barely gripping the plummeting bike with his knees, Harry heard Voldemort scream, "Mine!"
  • Harry gazed into the darkness…If Voldemort had known about the Deathly Hallows, surely he would have sought them, done anything to possess them: three objects that made the possessor master of Death?
  • Somehow Harry connected these unsatisfying, vague images with the destruction of his wand, as if it was the blackthorn wand’s fault that he could no longer see into Voldemort’s mind as well as before.
  • The werewolf might be allowed to wear Death Eater robes when they wanted to use him, but only Voldemort’s inner circle were branded with the Dark Mark: Greyback had not been granted this highest honor.
  • As Voldemort’s anger throbbed inside him, Harry’s scar threat-ened to burst with pain, and he wrenched his mind back to his own body, fighting to remain present as the prisoners were pushed over gravel.
  • Convinced as she was that Voldemort would expect Harry to return to the scene of his parents’ deaths, she was determined that they would set off only after they had ensured that they had the best disguises possible.
  • As Dumbledore had told Harry that he believed Voldemort had hidden the Horcruxes in places important to him, they kept reciting, in a sort of dreary litany, those locations they knew that Voldemort had lived or visited.
  • As Dumbledore had told Harry that he believed Voldemort had hidden the Horcruxes in places important to him, they kept reciting, in a sort of dreary litany, those locations they knew that Voldemort had lived or visited.
  • He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm, and Harry felt her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all he could feel was Hermione’s hand as he was squeezed through space and time, away from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from Voldemort himself….
  • The silver tool that Voldemort had given his most cowardly servant had turned upon its disarmed and useless owner; Pettigrew was reaping his reward for his hesitation, his moment of pity; he was being strangled before their eyes.
  • He would have been happy to sit alone in silence, trying to read Voldemort’s thoughts, to find out more about the Elder Wand, but Ron insisted on journeying to ever more unlikely places simply, Harry was aware, to keep them moving.
  • His wand, he reminded himself, had been of holly, not elder, and it had been made by Ollivander, whatever it had done that night Voldemort had pursued him across the skies and if it had been unbeatable, how could it have been broken?
  • As he did so, he gazed down at the tiny body, and his scar prickled and burned, and in one part of his mind, viewed as if from the wrong end of a long telescope, he saw Voldemort punishing those they had left behind at the Malfoy Manor.
  • Harry wished his scar would burn and show him Voldemort’s thoughts, because for the first time ever, he and Voldemort were united in wanting the very same thing…Hermione would not like that idea, of course…But then, she did not believe….
  • Harry wished his scar would burn and show him Voldemort’s thoughts, because for the first time ever, he and Voldemort were united in wanting the very same thing…Hermione would not like that idea, of course…But then, she did not believe….
  • His true surroundings vanished: He was Voldemort, and the skeletal wizard before him was laughing toothlessly at him; he was enraged at the summons he felt — he had warned them, he had told them to summon him for nothing less than Potter.
  • Harry knew it; his scar was bursting with the pain of it, and he could feel Voldemort flying through the sky from far away, over a dark and stormy sea, and soon he would be close enough to Apparate to them, and Harry could see no way out.
  • The fact that Hermione was getting better at identifying edible fungi could not altogether compensate for their continuing isolation, the lack of other people’s company, or their total ignorance of what was going on in the war against Voldemort.
  • He watched Voldemort’s white, snakelike face vanishing into darkness, those red eyes fixed pitilessly on the thrashing elf whose death would occur within minutes, whenever he succumbed to the desperate thirst that the burning poison caused its victim … But here, Harry’s imagination could go no further, for he could not see how Kreacher had escaped.
  • He had been sure that Voldemort had been looking for a way around the problem of the twin cores, sure that Voldemort sought a solution from the old wandmaker… and yet he had killed him, ap-parently without asking him a single question about wandlore.
  • He had been sure that Voldemort had been looking for a way around the problem of the twin cores, sure that Voldemort sought a solution from the old wandmaker… and yet he had killed him, ap-parently without asking him a single question about wandlore.
  • How long would it be before Voldemort knew that they had broken into the Lestranges’ vault?
  • Voldemort would know, at last, that they were hunting Horcruxes.
  • "Say it again!" murmured Voldemort.
  • How could Lord Voldemort not have known, if he, himself, most important and precious, had been attacked, mutilated?
  • Judging by their worried looks, and by the continued pounding of his scar, his sudden excursion into Voldemort’s mind had not passed unnoticed.
  • His own voice sounded strange and low after Voldemort’s high screams.
  • 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.
  • He was exercising all his willpower to prevent himself succumbing again to Voldemort’s rage: His scar was still burning.
  • 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.
  • Harry closed his eyes, and as his scar throbbed he chose to sink again into Voldemort’s mind….
  • Professor McGonagall, Voldemort’s on the way.
  • Time’s running out, Voldemort’s getting nearer, Professor, I’m acting on Dumbledore’s orders, I must find what he wanted me to find!
  • Voldemort’s on his way, they’re barricading he school — Snape’s run for it — What are you doing here?
  • Voldemort thought I’d go to Ravenclaw Tower.
  • How was it possible that Voldemort, the Slytherin, had found the diadem that had eluded generations of Ravenclaws?
  • Harry shouted at her, "It’s about Voldemort — defeating Voldemort — or aren’t you inter-ested in that?"
  • Harry shouted at her, "It’s about Voldemort — defeating Voldemort — or aren’t you inter-ested in that?"
  • So, Voldemort had managed to wheedle the location of the lost diadem out of the Gray Lady.
  • "I know, we’re evacuating," Harry said, "Voldemort’s — " "— attacking because they haven’t handed you over, yeah," said Aberforth.
  • "It wouldn’t stop Voldemort," said Harry, "and your brother would never have done it."
  • You need to find out where Voldemort is, because he’ll have the snake with him, won’t he?
  • Because his scar had been burning for hours, yearning to show him Voldemort’s thoughts?
  • Voldemort dropped his gaze once more to the wand in his fingers.
  • It troubled him…and those things that troubled Lord Voldemort needed to be rearranged…"Go and fetch Snape."
  • Voldemort wanted him to do this, wanted him to come…Was he leading Ron and Hermione into a trap?
  • "— and it is doing so without your help," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice.
  • One failed attempt, and he would give away his position… Voldemort stood up.
  • "I have a problem, Severus," said Voldemort softly.
  • Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, holding it as delicately and precisely as a conductor’s baton.
  • "No difference," said Voldemort again.
  • Voldemort halted, and Harry could see him plainly again as he slid the Elder Wand through his white fingers, staring at Snape.
  • He closed his eyes, and suddenly he was Voldemort, looking into Snape’s pale face.
  • Snape was not looking at Voldemort now.
  • "It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort.
  • And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand.
  • It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: but then Voldemort’s intention became clear.
  • "I regret it," said Voldemort coldly.
  • Voldemort swept from the room without a backward glance, and the great serpent floated after him in its huge protective sphere.
  • Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery.
  • Lord Voldemort is merciful.
  • What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?
  • How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?
  • Weren’t you hoping that Lord Voldemort would spare her?
  • I refer to the plan Lord Voldemort is revolving around me.
  • Lord Voldemort foresees a moment in the near future when he will not need a spy at Hogwarts?
  • Ultimately, of course, there is only one thing to be done if we are to save him from Lord Voldemort’s wrath.
  • I prefer not to put all of my secrets in one basket, particularly not a basket that spends so much time dangling on the arm of Lord Voldemort.
  • To give Voldemort what appears to be valuable information while withholding the essentials is a job I would entrust to nobody but you.
  • "Voldemort fears that connection," said Dumbledore.
  • Lord Voldemort’s soul, maimed as it is, cannot bear close contact with a soul like Harry’s.
  • In the case of Harry and Lord Voldemort, to speak of one is to speak of the other.
  • There will come a time when Lord Voldemort will seem to fear for the life of his snake.
  • And while that fragment of soul, unmissed by Voldemort, remains attached to and protected by Harry, Lord Voldemort cannot die.
  • And while that fragment of soul, unmissed by Voldemort, remains attached to and protected by Harry, Lord Voldemort cannot die.
  • And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus.
  • If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort.
  • "You will have to give Voldemort the correct date of Harry’s departure from his aunt and uncle’s," said Dumbledore.
  • Not to do so will raise suspicion, when Voldemort believes you so well informed.
  • Yet it did not occur to him now to try to escape, to outrun Voldemort.
  • Dumbledore knew, as Voldemort knew, that Harry would not let anyone else die for him now that he had discovered it was in his power to stop it.
  • One Horcrux remained to bind Voldemort to the earth, even after Harry had been killed.
  • Nearly half of the hour allotted by Voldemort for his surrender had elapsed.
  • You know Voldemort’s snake.
  • He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here….
  • Every eye was fixed upon Voldemort, who stood with his head bowed, and his white hands folded over the Elder Wand in front of him.
  • When Dolohov and Yaxley rejoined the circle, Voldemort looked up.
  • Voldemort’s expression did not change.
  • Bellatrix had spoken: She sat closest to Voldemort, disheveled, her face a little bloody but otherwise unharmed.
  • Voldemort raised his hand to silence her, and she did not speak another word, but eyed him in worshipful fascination.
  • "I thought he would come," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames.
  • "I was, it seems… mistaken," said Voldemort.
  • At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort.
  • Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly from 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 Voldemort’s head.
  • "But if Voldemort used the Killing Curse," Harry started again, "and nobody died for me this time — how can I be alive?"
  • That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend.
  • Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing.
  • His body keeps her sacrifice alive, and while that enchantment survives, so do you and so does Voldemort’s one last hope for himself.
  • What you must understand, Harry, is that you and Lord Voldemort have journeyed together into realms of magic hitherto unknown and untested.
  • But here is what I think happened, and it is unprecedented, and no wandmaker could, I think, ever have predicted or explained it to Voldemort.
  • Without meaning to, as you now know, Lord Voldemort doubled the bond between you when he returned to a human form.
  • But then, if he had been able to understand, he could not be Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.
  • The cores reacted in a way that Lord Voldemort, who never knew that your wand was a twin of his, had ever expected.
  • You had accepted, even embraced, the possibility of death, something Lord Voldemort has never been able to do.
  • My dear boy, its remarkable effects were directed only at Voldemort, who had tampered so ill-advisedly with the deepest laws of magic.
  • Was I better, ultimately, than Voldemort?
  • Voldemort knew where my mum and dad were.
  • Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends… to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow…
  • Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends… to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow…
  • And Voldemort never knew about the Hallows?
  • I have been sure that he would try, ever since your wand beat Voldemort’s in the graveyard of Little Hangleton.
  • Voldemort’s got the Elder Wand.
  • Voldemort has the Elder Wand.
  • "That will do," said Voldemort’s voice.
  • Voldemort seemed to be getting to his feet.
  • Bellatrix alone remained behind, kneeling beside Voldemort.
  • The Death Eaters have been buddled around Voldemort, who seem to have fallen to the ground.
  • Had Voldemort too collapsed?
  • "I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand.
  • "You," said Voldemort, and there was a bang and a small shriek of pain.
  • She no longer cared whether Voldemort won.
  • "You see?" screeched Voldemort over the tumult.
  • "You carry him," Voldemort said.
  • "Move," said Voldemort, and Hagrid stumbled forward, forcing his way through the close-growing trees, back through the forest.
  • Harry thought that Hagrid must have been forced to obey Voldemort’s command, because he lurched a little.
  • Voldemort was so close to him that Harry did not dare open his eyes again.
  • "Come," said Voldemort, and Harry heard him move ahead, and Hagrid was forced to follow.
  • He saw Voldemort standing a little in front of him, stroking Nagini’s head with a single white finger.
  • "You see?" said Voldemort, and Harry felt him striding backward and forward right beside the place where he lay.
  • "He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," said Voldemort, and there was a relish in his voice for the lie.
  • Someone had broken free of the crowd and charged at Voldemort: Harry saw the figure hit the ground.
  • Disarmed, Voldemort throwing the challenger’s wand aside and laughing.
  • Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, his empty hands curled in fists.
  • "Dumbledore’s Army!" he shouted, and there was an answering cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort’s Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold.
  • "Very well," said Voldemort, and Harry heard more danger in the silkiness of his voice than in the most powerful curse.
  • Still watching through his lashes, Harry saw Voldemort wave his wand.
  • "There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School," said Voldemort.
  • His cry was answered by roars from Voldemort’s giants: They ran at Grawp like bull elephants making the earth quake.
  • Voldemort was in the center of the battle, and he was striking and smiting al within reach.
  • "One of us?" jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taut and his red eyes stared, a snake that was about to strike.
  • Than I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?
  • "You mean he was weak!" screamed Voldemort.
  • Voldemort hurled the words at Harry as in the marble tomb in the grounds of this castle, "I have seen it, Potter, and he will not return!"
  • Voldemort did not answer.
  • "It matters not!" shrieked Voldemort, who had followed every word with rapt attention, but now let out a cackle of mad laughter.
  • Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had socked Voldemort like this.
  • "You dare —?" said Voldemort again.
  • Voldemort’s hand was trembling on the Elder Wand, and Harry gripped Draco’s very tightly.
  • Voldemort’s voice shook with malicious pleasure.
  • Voldemort’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and Harry could feel the curse coming, feel it building inside the wand pointed at his face.
  • Blank shock showed in Voldemort’s face for a moment, but then it was gone.
  • The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur.
  • Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
  • 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.
  • Harry knew that Ron was hoping to bear news of his family or the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, but after all, he, Harry, was not a television aerial; he could only see what Voldemort was thinking at the time, not tune in to whatever took his fancy.
  • Your wand now contained the power of your enormous courage and of Voldemort’s own deadly skill: What chance did that poor stick of Lucius Malfoy’s stand?
  • In the silence Harry imagined he could hear the snake hissing slightly as it coiled and uncoiled-or was it Voldemort’s sibilant sigh lingering on the air?
  • There’s no time to explain — but if you care about Hogwarts, if you want to see Voldemort finished, you’ve got to tell me anything you know about the diadem!
  • The crowd was afraid, and silence fell abruptly and completely as Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and began, at the same moment, to circle each other.
  • I believe that your wand imbibed some of the power and qualities of Voldemort’s wand that night, which is to say that it contained a little of Voldemort himself.
  • I believe that your wand imbibed some of the power and qualities of Voldemort’s wand that night, which is to say that it contained a little of Voldemort himself.
  • "If it is not love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"
  • "No," said Voldemort.
  • Dumbledore had passed the job of destroying them to him, and obediently he had continued to chip away at the bonds tying not only Voldemort, but himself, to life!
  • He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down — kill them all — " "If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her?
  • Now Harry opened his eyes a fraction, and saw Voldemort striding in front them, wearing the great snake Nagini around his shoulders, now free of her enchanted cage.
  • Seconds later, out of one of the castle’s shattered windows, something that looked like a misshapen bird flew through the half light and landed in Voldemort’s hand.
  • They were still moving sideways, both of them, in that perfect circle, maintaining the same distance from each other, and for Harry no face existed but Voldemort’s.
  • In a distant part of Harry’s brain, that part connected to the angry, burning scar, he could see Voldemort sailing fast over the dark lake in the ghostly green boat….
  • No, the diadem had been returned secretly to its true home, and Voldemort must have put it there — "— the night he asked for a job!" said Harry, finishing his thought.
  • And wouldn’t those secluded Albanian woods have seemed an excellent refuge when, so much later, Voldemort and needed a place to lie low, undisturbed, for ten long years?
  • They moved Voldemort’s body and laid it in a chamber off the Hall, away form the bodies of Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin Creevey, and fifty others who had died fighting him.
  • I confess I should prefer a quick, painless exit to the protracted and messy affair it will be if, for instance, Greyback is involved — I hear Voldemort has recruited him?
  • Harry had been expecting it, knew his body would not be allowed to remain unsullied upon the forest floor; it must be subjected to humiliation to prove Voldemort’s victory.
  • Voldemort started to move around the room: Harry lost sight of him for seconds as he prowled, speaking in that same measured voice, while the pain and fury mounted in Harry.
  • The snake’s cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue.
  • Voldemort hissed.
  • "I know, Professor, but if Voldemort and the Death Eaters are concentrating on the school boundaries they won’t be interested in anyone who’s Disapparating out of Hog’s Head."
  • "Protego!" roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the Hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last.
  • And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.
  • With an enormous effort he pulled out of Voldemort’s mind again, back to where he stood, swaying, in the Room of Requirement, sweat pouring from his face and Ron holding him up.
  • 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.
  • Part of Lord Voldemort lives inside Harry, and it is that which gives him the power of speech with snakes, and a connection with Lord Voldemort’s mind that he has never understood.
  • Part of Lord Voldemort lives inside Harry, and it is that which gives him the power of speech with snakes, and a connection with Lord Voldemort’s mind that he has never understood.
  • Harry clutched the Cloak tightly around him in the darkness, traveling deeper and deeper into the forest, with no idea where exactly Voldemort was, but sure that he would find him.
  • "Accidents!" screamed Voldemort, but still he did not strike, and the watching crowd was frozen as if Petrified, and of the hundreds in the Hall, nobody seemed to breathe but they two.
  • Dumbledore had shown Harry that Voldemort sought grandeur or mystique in his hiding places; this dismal gray corner of London was as far removed as you could imagine from Hogwarts of the Ministry or a building like Gringotts, the Wizarding banks, with its gilded doors and marble floors.
  • And now Snape looked at Voldemort, and Snape’s face was like a death mask. it was marble white and so still that when he spoke, it was a shock to see that anyone lived behind the blank eyes.
  • Voldemort had sta-tioned Alecto Carrow in the Ravenclaw common room, and there could be only one explanation; Voldemort feared that Harry already knew his Horcrux was connected to that House.
  • Voldemort had sta-tioned Alecto Carrow in the Ravenclaw common room, and there could be only one explanation; Voldemort feared that Harry already knew his Horcrux was connected to that House.
  • Voldemort’s tone was musing, calm, but Harry’s scar had begun to throb and pulse: Pain was building in his forehead, and he could feel that controlled sense of fury building inside Voldemort.
  • Voldemort’s tone was musing, calm, but Harry’s scar had begun to throb and pulse: Pain was building in his forehead, and he could feel that controlled sense of fury building inside Voldemort.
  • If there comes a time when Lord Voldemort stops sending that snake forth to do his bidding, but keeps it safe beside him under magical protection, then, I think, it will be safe to tell Harry.
  • The air was rent by a scream that sounded like Voldemort’s when he had realized the cup had been stolen: It tore at every nerve in Harry’s body, and he knew that their appearance had caused it.
  • Hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry cast a Shield Charm between Neville and Voldemort before the latter could raise his stamps of the battling giants, Hagrid’s yell came loudest of all.
  • Voldemort did not speak, but prowled in a circle, and Harry knew that he kept him temporarily mesmerized at bay, held back by the faintest possibility that Harry might indeed know a final secret….
  • Deeper and deeper Harry sank into the grave, and he knew where Voldemort had been tonight, and whom he had killed in the topmost cell of Nurmengard, and why… And he thought of Wormtail, dead because of one small uncons-cious impulse of mercy…Dumbledore had foreseen that…How much more had he known?
  • "killed while trying to save himself — " But Voldemort broke off: Harry heard a scuffle and a shout, then another bang, a flash of light, and grunt of pain; he opened his eyes an infinitesimal amount.
  • "Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me," said Voldemort, and with a flick of his wand, he caused the Sorting Hat to burst into flames.
  • Someone passed close by Harry, and he knew that it was Voldemort himself because he spoke a moment later, his voice magically magnified so that it swelled through the ground, crashing upon Harry’s eardrums.
  • And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.
  • And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.
  • How neat, how elegant, not to waste any more lives, but to give the dangerous task to the boy who had already been marked for slaughter, and whose death would not be a calamity, but another blow against Voldemort.
  • Having ensured this twofold connection, having wrapped your destinies together more securely than ever two wizards were joined in history, Voldemort proceeded to attack you with a wand that shared a core with yours.
  • So Voldemort, instead of asking himself what quality it was in you that had made your wand so strong, what gift you possessed that he did not, naturally set out to find the one wand that, they said, would beat any other.
  • "I have told you, no!" said Voldemort, and Harry caught the glint of red in his eyes as he turned again, and the swishing of his cloak was like the slithering of a snake, and he felt Voldemort’s impatience in his burning scar.
  • "I have told you, no!" said Voldemort, and Harry caught the glint of red in his eyes as he turned again, and the swishing of his cloak was like the slithering of a snake, and he felt Voldemort’s impatience in his burning scar.
  • He had one, brief glimpse of the stone Pensieve on the desk where he had left it, and then an earsplitting noise made him cry out, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort — But it was applause.
  • He could only lie there, with his heart thumping traitorously, and wait to be examined, but at the same time nothing, small comfort through it was, that Voldemort was wary of approaching him, that Voldemort suspected that all had not gone to plan….
  • He could only lie there, with his heart thumping traitorously, and wait to be examined, but at the same time nothing, small comfort through it was, that Voldemort was wary of approaching him, that Voldemort suspected that all had not gone to plan….
  • "I believe both," said Harry, and he saw shock flit across the snakelike face, though it was instantly dispelled; Voldemort began to laugh, and the sound was more frightening than his screams; humor-less and insane, it echoed around the silent Hall.
  • But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel… "Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!" said Ron, pushing him forward.
  • But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel… "Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!" said Ron, pushing him forward.
  • Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent.
  • Harry shouted his hand on his forehead, He could see the Inferi-filled lake sliding beneath him, and he felt a ghostly green boat bump into the underground shore, and Voldemort lept from it with murder in his heart"Professor, we’ve got to barricade the school, he’s coming now!"
  • With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake’s head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort’s mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake’s body thudded to the ground at his feet.
  • Along the way, he was to dispose of Voldemort’s remaining links to life, so that when at last he flung himself across Voldemort’s path, and did not raise a wand to defend himself, the end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in Godric’s Hollow would be finished.
  • Along the way, he was to dispose of Voldemort’s remaining links to life, so that when at last he flung himself across Voldemort’s path, and did not raise a wand to defend himself, the end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in Godric’s Hollow would be finished.
  • Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last.
  • He did not know what to feel, except shock at the way Snape had been killed, and the reason for which it had been done… They crawled back through the tunnel, none of them talking, and Harry wondered whether Ron and Hermione could still hear Voldemort ringing in their heads as he could.
  • "The Death Eaters were waiting for us," Harry told her, "We were surrounded the moment we took off — they knew it was tonight — I don’t know what happened to anyone else, four of them chased us, it was all we could do to get away, and then Voldemort caught up with us — " He could hear the self-justifying note in his voice, the plea for her to understand why he did not know what had happened to her sons, but — "Thank goodness you’re all right," she said, pulling him into a hug he did…
  • Chapter Thirty-Three The Prince’s Tale Harry remained kneeling at Snape’s side, simply staring down at him, until quite suddenly a high, cold voice spoke so close to them that Harry jumped on his feet, the flask gripped tightly in his hands, thinking that Voldemort had reentered the room.
  • But Harry’s imagination was racing ahead, far beyond Ron and Hermione’s… Three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death…Master…Conqueror…Vanquisher…The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death… And he saw himself, possessor of the Hallows, facing Voldemort, whose Horcruxes were no match…Neither can live while the other survives…Was this the answer?
  • Dum-bledore, who had always suspected him; Dumbledore, dead on his orders; Dumbledore, whose wand was his now, yet who reached out from the ignominy of death through the boy, the boy — But surely if the boy had destroyed any of his Horcruxes, he, Lord Voldemort, would have known, would have felt it?
  • Harry felt as though he turned into slow motion: he saw McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn blasted backward, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieu-tenant exploded with the force of a bomb, Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.
  • Harry felt as though he turned into slow motion: he saw McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn blasted backward, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieu-tenant exploded with the force of a bomb, Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.
  • Which meant that Voldemort sought the Elder Wand without realizing its full power, without understanding that it was one of three…for the wand was the Hallow that could not be hidden, whose existence was best known…The bloody trail of the Elder Wand is splattered across the pages of Wizarding history… Harry watched the cloudy sky, curves of smoke-gray and silver sliding over the face of the white moon.
  • Tell him that on the night Lord Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily cast her own life between them as a shield, the Killing Curse rebounded upon Lord Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort’s soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself onto the only living soul left in that collapsed building.
  • Tell him that on the night Lord Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily cast her own life between them as a shield, the Killing Curse rebounded upon Lord Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort’s soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself onto the only living soul left in that collapsed building.
  • Tell him that on the night Lord Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily cast her own life between them as a shield, the Killing Curse rebounded upon Lord Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort’s soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself onto the only living soul left in that collapsed building.
  • "All this long night when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here," said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "wondering, wondering, why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner…and I think I have the answer."
  • 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 Voldemort’s scream of fury vibrated inside his head.
  • Voldemort’s voice reverberated from the walls and floor, and Harry realized that he was talking to Hogwarts and to all the sur-rounding area, that the residents of Hogsmeade and all those still fighting in the castle would hear him as clearly as if he stood beside them, his breath on the back of their necks, a deathblow away.
  • 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.
  • Still hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry was buffered into the entrance hall: He was searching for Voldemort and saw him across the room, firing spells from his wand as he backed into the Great Hall, still screaming instructions to his followers as he sent curses flying left and right; Harry cast more Shield Charms, and Voldemort’s would-be victims.
  • Still hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry was buffered into the entrance hall: He was searching for Voldemort and saw him across the room, firing spells from his wand as he backed into the Great Hall, still screaming instructions to his followers as he sent curses flying left and right; Harry cast more Shield Charms, and Voldemort’s would-be victims.
  • …than he could make out anything around him, he saw a towering building, a grim fortress, jet-black and forbidding: Voldemort’s thoughts had suddenly become Razor-Sharp again; he was gliding toward the gigantic building with a sense of calmly euphoric purpose… So close… So close… With a huge effort of will Harry closed his mind to Voldemort’s thoughts, pulling himself back to where he sat, tied to Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook in the darkness, listening to Greyback and Scabior.
  • More clearly than he could make out anything around him, he saw a towering building, a grim fortress, jet-black and forbidding: Voldemort’s thoughts had suddenly become Razor-Sharp again; he was gliding toward the gigantic building with a sense of calmly euphoric purpose… So close… So close… With a huge effort of will Harry closed his mind to Voldemort’s thoughts, pulling himself back to where he sat, tied to Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook in the darkness, listening to Greyback and…
  • …pulling Hermione with him, he leapt from bed to broken dressing table and then straight out of the smashed window into nothingness, her scream reverberating through the night as they twisted in midair… And then his scar burst open and he was Voldemort and he was running across the fetid bedroom, his long white hands clutching at the windowsill as he glimpsed the bald man and the little woman twist and vanish, and he screamed with rage, a scream that mingled with the girl’s, that echoed…
  • Ron’s, Hermione’s, and Ginny’s voices were worse than McGonagall’s; Harry wanted nothing more than to call back, yet he made himself lie silent, and their cries acted like a trigger; the crowd of survivors took up the cause, screaming and yelling abuse at the Death Eathers, until — "SILENCE!" cried Voldemort, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, and silence was forced upon them all.
  • Again, Voldemort looked up at the slowly revolving body as he went on, "I shall attend to the boy in person.
  • "As I was saying," continued Voldemort, looking again at the tense faces of his followers, "I understand better now.
  • And you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, stroking the snake’s snout with his wand-free hand.
  • Expelliarmus saved me from Voldemort two years ago," Harry added defiantly.
  • And Harry saw the white hand raise its wand and felt Voldemort’s surge of vicious anger, saw the frail old main on the floor writhe in agony — "Harry?
  • They’re all about Voldemort," she said.
  • What?" said Hermione vaguely; she was still immersed in Voldemort’s press clippings.
  • Why didn’t Voldemort declare himself Minister of Magic?" asked Ron.
  • What’s Voldemort planning for Hogwarts?" she asked Lupin.
  • "But according to you," said Ron, "Voldemort’s got Ollivander locked up somewhere.
  • Of course, Dumbledore and Flitwick, those model pupils, had never set foot in that particular place, but he, Harry, had strayed off the beaten track in his time at school — here at least was a secret area he and Voldemort knew, that Dumbledore had never discovered He was roused by Professor Sprout, who was thundering past followed by Neville and half a dozen others, all of them wearing earmuffs and carrying what appeared to be large potted plants.
  • The charging centaurs were scattering the Death Eaters, everyone was feeling the giants’ stamping feet, and nearer and nearer thundered the reinforcements that had come from who knew where; Harry saw great winged creatures soaring the heads of Voldemort’s giants, thestrals and Buckbeak the hippogriff scratching at their eyes while Grawp punched and pummeled them and now the wizards, defenders of Hogwarts and Death Eaters alike were being forced back into the castle.
  • This, then, was how Voldemort had tested the defenses surrounding the Horcrux, by borrowing a dispos-able creature, a house-elf… "There was a b-basin full of potion on the island.
  • That diary sort of died when I stabbed it," said Harry, remem-bering ink pouring like blood from the punctured pages, and the screams of the piece of Voldemort’s soul as it vanished.
  • Voldemort was now dueling McGonagall, Slughorn, Kingsley all at once, and there was a cold hatred in his face as they wove and ducked around him, unable to finish him — Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch — He…
  • Voldemort was now dueling McGonagall, Slughorn, Kingsley all at once, and there was a cold hatred in his face as they wove and ducked around him, unable to finish him — Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch — He…
  • "You claim," said Uncle Vernon, starting to pace yet again, "that this Lord Thing — " " — Voldemort," said Harry impatiently, "and we’ve been through this about a hundred times already.
  • …they wove and ducked around him, unable to finish him — Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch — He changed course, running at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort, but before he had gone a few steps he was knocked sideways.
  • Voldemort’s curse hit Mad-Eye full in the face, he fell backward off his broom and — there was nothing we could do, nothing, we had half a dozen of them on our own tail — " Bill’s voice broke.
  • …crammed it into a small space into which he could not look now: thoughts of Fred and Hagrid, and his terror for all the people he loved, scattered in and outside the castle, must all wait, because they had to run, had to reach the snake and Voldemort, because that was, as Hermione said, the only way to end it — He sprinted, half-believing he could outdistance death itself, ignoring the jets of light flying in the darkness all around him, and the sound of the lake crashing like the sea,…
  • Ron!" he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemort’s voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face.
  • Otherwise Voldemort can plant false images in your mind, remember — " "Yeah, I do remember, thanks," said Harry through gritted teeth; he did not need Hermione to tell him that Voldemort had once used this selfsame connection between them to lead him into a trap, nor that it had resulted in Sirius’s death.
  • Otherwise Voldemort can plant false images in your mind, remember — " "Yeah, I do remember, thanks," said Harry through gritted teeth; he did not need Hermione to tell him that Voldemort had once used this selfsame connection between them to lead him into a trap, nor that it had resulted in Sirius’s death.
  • "Give me Harry Potter," said Voldemort’s voice, "and they shall not be harmed.
  • So how come you three aren’t with Voldemort?" asked Harry.
  • Voldemort’s sitting in the shrieking Shack?" said Hermione, outraged.
  • If Voldemort should read Harry’s mind and see you acting for him — " "I know," said Snape curtly.
  • At last he said, "Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort going after the wand.
  • "Now," said Voldemort, "we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero.
  • Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his snake’s face jeering.
  • What childish dream is this?" said Voldemort, but still he did not strike, and his red eyes did not waver from Harry’s.
  • You should have realized," he said as he saw Voldemort’s nostrils flare, "he asked you to spare her life, didn’t he?"
  • That wand will never, ever be yours — " And Voldemort’s fury broke: A burst of green light filled the prison room and the frail old body was lifted from its hard bed and then fell back, lifeless, and Voldemort returned to the window, his wrath barely controllable….
  • That wand will never, ever be yours — " And Voldemort’s fury broke: A burst of green light filled the prison room and the frail old body was lifted from its hard bed and then fell back, lifeless, and Voldemort returned to the window, his wrath barely controllable….
  • Ah, yes, I remember," said Voldemort, looking down at Neville, who was struggling back to his feet, unarmed and unprotected, standing in the no-man’s-land between the survivors and the Death Eaters.
  • And Severus, if you are forced to take part in the chase, be sure to act your part convincingly…I am counting upon you to remain in Lord Voldemort’s good books as long as possible, or Hogwarts will be left to the mercy of the Carrows…"
  • But we’ve got to get the students out while I’m searching the castle — It’s me Voldemort wants, but he won’t care about killing a few more or less, not now-" not now he knows I’m attacking Horcruxes, Harry finished the sentence in his head.
  • "He desired her, that was all," sneered Voldemort, "but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him — " "Of course he told you that," said Harry, "but he was Dumbledore’s spy from the moment you threatened her, and he’s been working against you ever since!

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