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"It wasn't supposed to kill me, just keep me...
Posted on 2010-Mar-5 at 10:59
"It wasn't supposed to kill me, just keep me there till You-Know-Who came If he had only managed to kill the snake, it would have been worth it, all of it Sick at heart, he sat up and threw back the covers"Harry, no, I'm sure you ought to rest!" "You're the one who needs sleepNo offense, but you look terribleI'll keep watch for a whileWhere's my wand?" She did not answer, she merely looked at him"Where's my wand, Hermione?" She was biting her lip, and tears swam in her eyes "Where's my wand?" She reached down beside the bed and held it out to him
The holly and phoenix wand was nearly severed in twoOne fragile strand of phoenix feather kept both pieces hanging togetherThe wood had splintered apart completelyHarry took it into his hands as though it was a living thing that had suffered a terrible injuryHe could not think properly: Everything was a blur of panic and fearThen he held out the want to Hermione "Harry, I don't think, when it's broken like this \a150\a150" "Please, omega men watches Hermione, try!" "R-Reparo The dangling half of the wand resealed itself"Lumos!" The wand sparked feebly, then went outHarry pointed it at Hermione"Expelliarmus!" Hermione's wand gave a little jerk, but did not leave her handThe feeble attempt at magic was too much for Harry's wand, which split into two againHe stared at it, aghast, unable to take in what he was seeing the wand that had survived so much Hermione whispered so quietly he could hardly hear herAs we were leaving, you know, the snake was coming for us, and so I cast a Blasting Curse, and it rebounded everywhere, and it must have \a150\a150 must have hit \a150\a150" "It was an accident said Harry mechanicallyHe felt empty, stunned"We'll \a150\a150 we'll find a way to repair it "Harry, I don't think we're going to be able to," said Hermione, the ears trickling down her faceremember Ron? When he broke his wand, crashing the car? It was never the same again, he had to get a new one Harry thought of Ollivander, kidnapped and held chanel denim handbag hostage by Voldemort; of Gregorovitch, who was deadHow was he supposed to find himself a new wand? "Well," he said, in a falsely matter-of-fact voice, "well, I'll just borrow yours for now, then Her face glazed with tears, Hermione handed over her wand, and he left her sitting beside his bed, desiring nothing more than to get away from her
\p\C0="Chapter Eighteen: The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore"
\bChapter Eighteen
\iThe Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore\i\b
The sun was coming up: The pure, colorless vastness of the sky stretched over him, indifferent to him and his sufferingHarry sat down in the tent entrance and took a deep breath of clean airSimply to be alive to watch the sun rise over the sparkling snowy hillside ought to have been the greatest treasure on earth, yet he could not appreciate it: His senses had been spiked by the calamity of losing his wantHe looked out over a valley blanketed in snow, distant church bells chiming through the glittering chanel lookalike bags cheap silence
Without realizing it, he was digging his fingers into his arms as if he were trying to resist physical painHe had spilled his own blood more times than he could count; he had lost all bones in his right arm once; this journey had already given him scars to his chest and forearm to join those on his hand and forehead, but never, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable, and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from himHe knew exactly what Hermione would say if he expressed any of this: The wand is only as good as the wizardBut she was wrong, his case was differentShe had not felt the wand spin like the needle of a compass and shoot golden flames at his enemyHe had lost the protection of the twin cores, and only now that it was gone did he realize how much he had been counting on it
He pulled the pieces of the broken wand out of his pocket and, without looking at them, tucked them away in Hagrid's pouch around his neckThe pouch imitation louis vuitton wallets was now too full of broken and useless objects to take any moreHarry's hand brushed the old Snitch through the mokeskin and for a moment he had to fight the temptation to pull it out and throw it awayImpenetrable, unhelpful, useless, like everything else Dumbledore had left behind \a150\a150-
And his fury at Dumbledore broke over him now like lava, scorching him inside, wiping out every other feelingOut of sheer desperation they had talked themselves into believing that Godric's Hollow held answers, convinced themselves that they were supposed to go back, that it was all part of some secret path laid out for them by Dumbledore: but there was no map, no planDumbledore had left them to grope in the darkness, to wrestle with unknown and undreamed-of terrors, alone and unaided: Nothing was explained, nothing was given freely, they had no sword, and now, Harry had no wandAnd he had dropped the photograph of the thief, and it would surely be easy now for Voldemort to find out who he was black and white chanel
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