The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his... The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelightAt that moment he felt that nobody mattered but VoldemortIt was just the two of them
The illusion was gone as soon as it had comeThe giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughterVoldemort 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
Then a voice yelled: "HARRY! NO!"
He turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearbyHis massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate
"NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH \a150\a150 ?"
"QUIET!" shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand, Hagrid was silenced
Bellatrix, who
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Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw itHe knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him firstAnd 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
"Harry Potter," he said very softlyHis voice might have been part of the spitting fire
None of the Death Eaters movedThey were waiting: Everything was waitingHagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought
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Voldemort had raised his wandHis head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceededHarry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear \a150\a150
He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone
\p\C0="Chapter Thirty-Five: King's Cross"
\bChapter Thirty-Five
\iKing's Cross\i\b
He lay facedown, listening to the silenceHe was perfectly aloneNobody else was thereHe was not perfectly sure that he was there himself
A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surfaceTherefore he had a
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Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was nakedConvinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightlyHe wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to seeIn opening them, he discovered that he had eyes
He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced beforeHis surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapor; rather the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into surroundingsThe floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to beHis body appeared unscathedHe was not wearing glasses anymore
Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small soft thumpings of something
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For the first time, he wished he were clothed
Barely had the wish formed in his head than robes appeared a short distance awayHe took them and pulled them onThey were soft, clean, and warmIt was extraordinary how they had appeared just like that, the moment he had wanted them
He stood up, looking aroundWas he in some great Room of Requirement? The longer he looked, the more there was to seeA great domed glass roof glittered high above him in sunlightPerhaps it was a palaceAll was hushed and still, except for those odd thumping and whimpering noises coming from somewhere close by in the mist
Harry turned slowly on the spot, and his surroundings seemed to invent themselves before his
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