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CHRISTMAS ON THE CLOSED WARD

Was this why Dumbledore would no longer meet Harrys eyes? Did he expect to see Voldemort staring out of them, afraid, perhaps, that their vivid green might turn suddenly to scarlet, with catlike slits for pupils? Harry remembered how the snakelike face of Voldemort had once forced itself out of the back of Professor Quirrells head and ran his hand over the back of his own, wondering what it would feel like if Voldemort burst out of his skull.

He felt dirty, contaminated, as though he were carrying some deadly germ, unworthy to sit on the Underground train back from the hospital with innocent, clean people whose minds and bodies were free of the taint of Voldemort he had not merely seen the snake, he had been the snake, he knew it now

A truly terrible thought then occurred to him, a memory bobbing to the surface of his mind, one that made his insides writhe and squirm like serpents.

Whats he after, apart from followers?

Stuff he can only get by stealth like a weapon. Something he didnt have last time.

Im the weapon, Harry thought, and it was as though poison were pumping through his veins, chilling him, bringing him out in a sweat as he swayed with the train through the dark tunnel. Im the one Voldemorts trying to use, thats why theyve got guards around me everywhere I go, its not for my protection, its for other peoples, only its not working, they cant have someone on me all the time at Hogwarts I did attack Mr. Weasley last night, it was me. Voldemort made me do it and he could be inside me, listening to my thoughts right now

Are you all right, Harry, dear? whispered Mrs. Weasley leaning across Ginny to speak to him as the train rattled along through its dark tunnel. You dont look very well. Are you feeling sick?

They were all watching him. He shook his head violently and stared up at an advertisement for home insurance.

Harry, dear, are you sure youre all right? said Mrs. Weasley in a worried voice, as they walked around the unkempt patch of grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place. You look ever so pale are you sure you slept this morning? You go upstairs to bed right now and you can have a couple of hours of sleep before dinner, all right?

He nodded; here was a ready-made excuse not to talk to any of the others, which was precisely what he wanted, so when she opened the front door he hurried straight past the trolls-leg umbrella stand, up the stairs and into his and Rons bedroom.


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  1. A VERY FROSTY CHRISTMAS
  2. And then, out of nowhere, the pain in his scar peaked. As he clutched his forehead and closed his eyes, a voice screamed inside his head.
  3. Beaming, he closed his classroom door in her snarling face.
  4. CHRISTMAS CELEBRATIONS
  5. Christmas Markets all over Europe
  6. Dumbledore closed his eyes again and nodded, as though he was about to fall asleep.
  7. Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.
  8. Dumbledores sigh was half a groan. He closed his eyes for a moment.
  9. Harry awoke on Christmas morning to find a stack of presents at the foot of his bed and Ron already halfway through opening his own, rather larger, pile.
  10. Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed. The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
  11. Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.




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And he looked eagerly around as though hoping to see a signpost. | Here, he began to pace up and down, past the two beds and Phineas Nigelluss empty picture frame, his brain teeming and seething with questions and ever more dreadful ideas.

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