Harry potter And the Deathly Hallows

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Harry Potter
and
The Deathly Hallows
J.K Rowling
Rewritten By:
K.D.M.
Rewritten On:
Friday, August 24, 2007
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Contents
One
The Dark Lord Ascending ~ 1
Two
In Memoriam ~ 13
Three
The Dursley Departing ~ 30
Four
The Seven Potters ~ 43
Five
Fallen Warrior ~63
Six
The Ghoul in Pajamas ~ 86
Seven
The Will of Albus Dumbledore ~ 111
Eight
The Wedding ~ 137
Nine
A Place To Hide ~ 160
Ten
Kreacher's Tale ~ 176
Eleven
The Bribe ~ 201
Twelve
Magic is Might ~ 223
Thirteen
The Muggle-born Registration Commission ~ 246
Fourteen
The Thief ~ 268
Fifteen
The Goblin's Revenge ~ 284
Sixteen
Godric's Hollow ~ 311
Seventeen
Bathilda's Secret ~ 330
Eighteen
The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore ~ 350
Nineteen
The Silver Doe ~ 363
Twenty
Xenophilius Lovegood ~ 388
Twenty-One
The Tale of the Three Brothers ~ 405
Twenty-Two
The Deathly Hallows ~ 424
Twenty-Three
Malfloy Manor ~ 446
Twenty-Four
The Wandmaker ~ 477
Twenty-Five
Shell Cottage ~ 502
Twenty-Six
Gringotts ~ 519
Twenty-Seven
The Final Hiding Place ~ 544
Twenty-Eight
The Missing Mirror ~ 554
Twenty-Nine
The Lost Diadem ~ 571
Thirty
The Sacking of Severus Snape ~ 589
Thirty-One
The Battle of Hogwarts ~ 608
Thirty-Two
The Elder Wand ~ 638
Thirty-Three
The Prince's Tale ~ 659
Thirty-Four
The Forest Again ~ 691
Thirty-Five
The King's Cross ~ 705
Thirty-Six
The Flaw in the Plan ~ 724
EPILOGUE
753
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The Dark Lord
Ascending
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood still, wands directed at each other's chests; then, recognizing each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walkiing briskly in the same direction.
"News?" asked the taller of the two.
"The best" replied Severus Snape.
The lane was bodered on the left by wild, low growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge. The men's long cloaks flapped around their ankles as they marched.
"Thought I might be late," said Yaxley, his blunt features sliding in and out of sight as the branches of overhanging trees broke the moonlight. "It was a little trickier than I expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that your reception will be good?"
Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the men's way. Neither of them broke steps: In silence both raised their left arm in some kind of salute and passed straight through, as though the dark metal were smoke.
The yew hedges muffled the sound of the men's footsteps. There was a rustle somewhere to their right :Yaxley drew his wand again, pointing it over his companion's head, but the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, strutting majestically along the top of the hedge.
"He always did himself well, Lucius.Peacocks..."Yaxley thrust his wand back under his cloak with a snort.
A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight dive, lights glinting in the diamond-panned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was playing. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as Snape and Yaxley sped toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though nobody had visibly opened it.
The hallway was large, dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the pale-faced portraits on the walls followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden door leading into the next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned the bronze handle.
The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table. The room's usual furniture had been pushed carelessly up against the walls. Illumination came from a roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantlepiece surmounted by a glided mirror. Snape and Yaxley lingered for a moment on the threshold. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, they were dawned upward to the strangest feature of the scene: an appearently unconscious human figure hanging upside down over the table, revolving slowly as if suspended by an invisible rope, and reflected in the mirror and in the bare, polished surface of the table below. None of the people seated underneath this singular sight was looking at it except for a pale young man sitting almost directly below it. He seemed unable to prevent himself from glancing upward every minute or so.
"Yaxley. Snape," said a high, clear voice from the head of the table." You are very late."
The speaker was seated directly in front of the fireplace, so that it was difficult, at first, for the new arivals to make out more than his silhouette. As they drew nearer, however, his face shone through the gloom, hairless, snakelike, with slits for nostrils and gleaming red eyes whose pupil were vertical. He was so pale that he seemed to emit a pearly glow.
"Severus, here," said Voldermort, indicating the seat on his immediate right. "Yaxley-- beside Dolohov."
The two men took their alloted places. Most of the eyes around the table followed Sape, and it was to him that Voldermort spoke first.
"So?"
"My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall."
The interest around the table sharpened palpably: Some stiffened, others fidgeted, all gazing at Snape and Voldermort.
"Saturday... at nightfall," repeated Voldermort. His red eyes fastened upon Snape's black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, appearently fearful that they themselves would be scorched by the ferocity of the gaze. Snape, however, looked calmly back into Voldermort's face and, after a moment or two, Voldermort's lipless mouth curved into something like a smile.
"Good. Very good. And this information comes--"
"-- from the source we discussed," said Snape.
"My Lord."
Yaxley had leaned foward to look down the long table at Voldermort and Snape. All faces turned to him.
"My Lord, I have heard differently."
Yaxley waited, but Voldermort 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."
Snape was smiling.
"My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail;this must be it.No doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed upon Dawlish. It would not be the first time; he is known to be supceptible."
"I assure you, my Lord, Dawlish seemed quite certain,"said Yaxley.
" If he has been Confunded, naturally he is certain," said Snape." I assure you, Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of Harry Potter. The Order believes that we have infiltrated the Ministry."
"The Order got one ting right, then, eh?" said a squat man sitting a short distance from Yaxley; he gave a wheezy giggle that was echoed here and ther along the table.
Voldermort did not laugh. His gaze had wandered upward to the body revolving slowly overhead, he seemed to be lost in thought.