Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows: Part 1 Page #2

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- I wouldn't be standing here without him.

- Really?

Always the tone of surprise.

We the last back?

Where's George?

How you feeling, Georgie?

Saint-like.

Come again?

Saint-like. I'm holy.

I'm holey, Fred. Get it?

The whole wide world of ear-related

humor and you go for "I'm holey."

That's pathetic.

Reckon I'm still

better-looking than you.

Mad-Eye's dead.

Mundungus took one look at

Voldemort and Disapparated.

Head for the Burrows.

This is beyond

anything I imagined.

- Seven?

- Seven...? A Horcrux.

They could be

hidden anywhere.

To rip the soul

into seven pieces....

- If you did destroy each Horcrux....

- One destroys Voldemort.

Trust me.

You lied to me.

Lied to me, Ollivander.

Going somewhere?

Nobody else is going

to die. Not for me.

For you?

You think Mad-Eye

died for you?

You think George took

that curse for you?

You may be the Chosen One, mate,

but this is a whole lot bigger than that.

It's always been bigger than that.

- Come with me.

- What, and leave Hermione?

You mad? We wouldn't

last two days without her.

Don't tell her I said that.

Besides, you've still got

the Trace on you.

- We've still got the wedding--

- I don't care about a wedding.

I'm sorry. No matter whose it is.

I have to start finding these Horcruxes.

They're our only

chance to beat him...

...and the longer we stay

here, the stronger he gets.

Tonight's not the night, mate.

We'd only be doing him a favor.

Do you think he knows?

I mean, they're bits of his soul,

these Horcruxes. Bits of him.

When Dumbledore destroyed the

ring, you destroyed Tom Riddle's diary...

...he must have felt something.

To kill the other Horcruxes,

we have to find them.

Where are they?

Where do we start?

Ready when you are.

Please pay attention! It's your

brother's wedding. Buck up.

Zip me up, will you?

It seems silly,

doesn't it, a wedding?

Given everything

that's going on.

Maybe that's the best

reason to have it...

...because of everything

that's going on.

Morning.

Come on, keep up.

All together now.

One, two, three.

How's it looking at

your end, boys?

Brilliant.

Bloody hell. What's the

Minister of Magic doing here?

To what do we owe

the pleasure, Minister?

I think we both know the answer

to that question, Mr. Potter.

And this is...?

"Herein is set forth the

last will and testament...

...of Albus Percival Wulfric

Brian Dumbledore.

First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley...

...I leave my Deluminator...

...a device of my own making...

...in the hope that, when

things seem most dark...

...it will show him the light."

- Dumbledore left this for me?

- Yeah.

Brilliant.

What is it?

Wicked.

"To Hermione Jean Granger...

...I leave my copy of

The Tales of Beedle the Bard...

...in the hope that she find it

entertaining and instructive."

Mom used to read me those.

"The Wizard and

the Hopping Pot."

"Babbitty Rabbitty and

the Cackling Stump."

Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty.

No?

"To Harry James Potter...

...I leave the Snitch he caught in

his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts...

...as a reminder of the

rewards of perseverance...

...and skill."

- Is that it, then?

- Not quite.

Dumbledore left you

a second bequest:

The sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor

was not Dumbledore's to give away.

As an important historical

artifact, it belongs--

To Harry.

It belongs to Harry.

It came to him when he needed

it in the Chamber of Secrets.

The sword may present itself

to any worthy Gryffindor.

That does not make it

that wizard's property.

And, in any event, the current

whereabouts of the sword are unknown.

- Excuse me?

- The sword is missing.

I don't know what

you're up to, Mr. Potter...

...but you can't fight

this war on your own.

He's too strong.

Hello, Harry.

I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I?

I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.

Of course not.

How are you, Luna?

Very well. Got bitten by a

garden gnome only moments ago.

Gnome saliva is very beneficial.

Xenophilius Lovegood.

We live just over the hill.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

I trust you know, Mr. Potter,

that we at The Quibbler...

...unlike those toadies

at The Daily Prophet...

...fully supported

Dumbledore in his lifetime...

...and, in his death,

support you just as fully.

Thank you.

Come, Daddy. Harry doesn't

want to talk to us right now.

He's just too polite to say so.

Harry Potter.

Excuse me, sir?

May I sit down?

Mr. Potter. By all means. Here.

Thanks.

I found what you wrote in

The Daily Prophet really moving.

You obviously knew

Dumbledore well.

Well, I certainly knew

him the longest.

That is, if you don't count

his brother, Aberforth...

...and somehow, people never

do seem to count Aberforth.

- I didn't even know he had a brother.

- Ah.

Well, Dumbledore was always

very private, even as a boy.

Don't despair, Elphias.

I'm told he's been thoroughly

unriddled by Rita Skeeter...

...in 800 pages, no less.

Word has it that

someone talked to her.

Someone who knew the

Dumbledore family well.

Both you and I know

who that is, Elphias.

A monstrous betrayal.

Who are we talking about?

Bathilda Bagshot.

- Who?

- My God, boy...

...she's only the most celebrated

magical historian of the last century.

She was as close to the

Dumbledores as anyone.

Oh, I'm sure Rita Skeeter thought

it well worth a trip to Godric's Hollow...

...to take a peek into that

old bird's rattled cage.

Godric's Hollow?

Bathilda Bagshot

lives at Godric's Hollow?

Well, that's where she

first met Dumbledore.

You don't mean to say

he lived there too?

The family moved there after

his father killed those three Muggles.

Oh, it was quite the scandal.

Honestly, my boy, are you

sure you knew him at all?

The Ministry has fallen.

The Minister of Magic is dead.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They're coming!

Nice meeting you, Mr. Potter.

- Ginny!

- Harry! Go!

Go!

Here you go, sightseeing tour?

Leaves in 15 minutes.

- Where are we?

- Shaftesbury Avenue.

I used to come to the theater

here with Mom and Dad.

I don't know why I thought of it.

It just popped into my head.

This way.

We need to change.

How the ruddy...?

Undetectable Extension Charm.

You're amazing, you are.

Always the tone of surprise.

Ah. That'll be the books.

What about all the

people at the wedding?

- Do you think we should go back?

- They were after you.

We'd put everyone in

danger by going back.

- Ron's right.

- Ahem.

Coffee?

- A cappuccino, please.

- You?

- What she said.

- Same.

So where do we go from here?

Leaky Cauldron?

It's too dangerous.

If Voldemort has taken over the

Ministry, none of the old places are safe.

Everyone from the wedding will

have gone underground, into hiding.

My rucksack with all my things,

I've left it at the Burrow.

You're joking.

I've had all the essentials

packed for days, just in case.

By the way, these jeans,

not my favorite.

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