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"Dinner, Nagini," said Voldemort softly, and the great snake swayed and slithered from his shoulders onto the polished wood
\p\C0="Chapter Two: In Memorandum"
\bChapter Two
\iIn Memorandum\i\b
Harry was bleedingClutching his right hand in his left and swearing under his breath, he shouldered open his bedroom doorThere was a crunch of breaking chinaHe had trodden on a cup of cold tea that had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom door
"What the \a150\a150?"
He looked around, the landing of number four, Privet Drive, was desertedPossibly the cup of tea was Dudley's idea of a clever booby trapKeeping his bleeding hand elevated, Harry scraped the fragments of cup together with the other hand and threw them into the already crammed bin just visible inside his bedroom doorThen he tramped across to the bathroom to run his finger under the tap
It was stupid, pointless, irritating beyond belief that he still had four days left of being unable to perform magic\a133but he had to admit to himself that this jagged cut in his finger would have defeated himHe had never learned how to repair wounds, and now he came to think of it - particularly in light of his immediate plans - this seemed a serious flaw in his magical educationMaking a mental note to ask Hermione how it was done, he used a large wad of toilet paper to mop up as much of the tea as he could before quilted chanel purse returning to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him
Harry had spent the morning completely emptying his school trunk for the first time since he had packed it six years agoAt the start of the intervening school years, he had merely skimmed off the topmost three quarters of the contents and replaced or updated them, leaving a layer of general debris at the bottom - old quills, desiccated beetle eyes, single socks that no longer fitMinutes previously, Harry had plunged his hand into this mulch, experienced a stabbing pain in the fourth finger of his right hand, and withdrawn it to see a lot of blood
He now proceeded a little more cautiouslyKneeling down beside the trunk again, he groped around in the bottom and, after retrieving an old badge that flickered feebly between \iSUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY\i and \iPOTTER STINKS\i, a cracked and worn-out Sneakoscope, and a gold locket inside which a note signed Rhad been hidden, he finally discovered the sharp edge that had done the damageHe recognized it at onceIt was a two-inch-long fragment of the enchanted mirror that his dead godfather, Sirius, had given himHarry laid it aside and felt cautiously around the trunk for the rest, but nothing
more remained of his godfather's last gift except powdered glass, which clung to the deepest layer of debris like glittering grit
Harry sat up and examined the jagged piece on which he had cut chanel purses himself, seeing nothing but his own bright green eye reflected back at himThen he placed the fragment on top of that morning's Daily prophet, which lay unread on the bed, and attempted to stem the sudden upsurge of bitter memories, the stabs of regret and of longing the discovery of the broken mirror had occasioned, by attacking the rest of the rubbish in the trunk
It took another hour to empty it completely, throw away the useless items, and sort the remainder in piles according to whether or not he would need them from now onHis school and Quidditch robes, cauldron, parchment, quills, and most of his textbooks were piled in a corner, to be left behindHe wondered what his aunt and uncle would do with them; burn them in the dead of night, probably, as if they were evidence of some dreadful crimeHis Muggle clothing, Invisibility Cloak, potion-making kit, certain books, the photograph album Hagrid had once given him, a stack of letters, and his wand had been repacked into an old rucksackIn a front pocket were the Marauder's Map and the locket with the note signed RThe locket was accorded this place of honor not because it was valuable - in all usual senses it was worthless - but because of what it had cost to attain it
This left a sizable stack of newspapers sitting on his desk beside his snowy owl, Hedwig: one for each of the days Harry had spent at Privet Drive this louis vuitton backpacks summer
He got up off the floor, stretched, and moved across to his deskHedwig made no movement as he began to flick through newspapers, throwing them into the rubbish pile one by oneThe owl was asleep or else faking; she was angry with Harry about the limited amount of time she was allowed out of her cage at the moment
As he neared the bottom of the pile of newspapers, Harry slowed down, searching for one particular issue that he knew had arrived shortly after he had returned to Privet Drive for the summer; he remembered that there had been a small mention on the front about the resignation of Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies teacher at HogwartsTurning to page ten, he sank into his desk chair and reread the article he had been looking for
\bALBUS DUMBLEDORE REMEMBERED\b
By Elphias Doge
I met Albus Dumbledore at the age of eleven, on our first day at HogwartsOur mutual attraction was undoubtedly due to the fact that we both felt ourselves to be outsidersI had contracted dragon pox shortly before arriving at school, and while
I was no longer contagious, my pock-marked visage and greenish hue did not encourage many to approach meFor his part, Albus had arrived at Hogwarts under the burden of unwanted notorietyScarcely a year previously, his father, Percival, had been convicted of a savage and well-publicized attack upon three young Muggles
Albus never attempted to deny cartier watches women that his father (who was to die in Azkaban) had committed this crime; on the contrary, when I plucked up courage to ask him, he assured me that he knew his father to be guiltyBeyond that, Dumbledore refused to speak of the sad business, though many attempted to make him do soSome, indeed, were disposed to praise his father's action and assumed that Albus too was a Muggle-haterThey could not have been more mistaken: As anybody who knew Albus would attest, he never revealed the remotest anti-Muggle tendencyIndeed, his determined support for Muggle rights gained him many enemies in subsequent years
In a matter of months, however, Albus's own fame had begun to eclipse that of his fatherBy the end of his first year he would never again be known as the son of a Muggle-hater, but as nothing more or less than the most brilliant student ever seen at the schoolThose of us who were privileged to be his friends benefited from his example, not to mention his help and encouragement, with which he was always generousHe confessed to me later in life that he knew even then that his greatest pleasure lay in teaching
He not only won every prize of note that the school offered, he was soon in regular correspondence with the most notable magical names of the day, including Nicolas Flamel, the celebrated alchemist; Bathilda Bagshot, the noted historian; and Adalbert Waffling, the magical omega ladies watch theoreti |
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