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Then trust mine,’ said Gandalf. ‘It is quite made up. Go away and leave it behind. Stop possessing it. Give it to Frodo, and I will look after him.’Bilbo stood for a moment tense and undecided. Presently he sighed. ‘All right,’ he said with an effort. I will.’ Then he shrugged his shoulders, and smiled rather ruefully. ‘After all that’s what this party was all about, really: to give away lots of birthday presents, and somehow make it ring in your pocket,’ said the wizard. ‘Well, so I have!’ cried Bilbo. ‘And my will and all the other documents too. You had better take it and deliver it for me. That will be safest.’‘No, don’t give the ring to me,’ said Gandalf. ‘Put it on the mantelpiece. It will be safe enough there, till Frodo comes. I shall wait for him.’Bilbo took out the envelope, but just as he was about to set it by the clock, his hand jerked backeasier to give it away at the same time. It hasn’t made it any easier in the end, but it would be a pity to waste all my preparations. It would quite spoil the joke.’‘Indeed it would take away the only point I ever saw in the affair,’ said Gandalf.‘Very well,’ said Bilbo, ‘it goes to Frodo with all the rest.’ He drew a deep breath. ‘And now I really must be starting, or somebody else will catch me. I have said good-bye, and I couldn’t bear to do it all over again.’ He picked up his bag and moved to the door.‘You have still got the

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If you planned your death with Snape, you meant him to end up with the Elder Wand, didn't you?"

　　　"I admit that was my intention," said Dumbledore, "but it did not work as I intended, did it?"

"No," said Harry. "That bit didn't work out." "On," said Dumbledore simply. Silence again. "Voldemort's got the Elder Wand." "True. Voldemort has the Elder Wand." "But you want me to go back?" 　　　"I think," said Dumbledore, "that if you choose to return, there is a chance that he may be finished for good. I cannot promise it. But I know this, Harry, that you have less to fear from returning here than he does."

　　　The creature behind them jerked and moaned, and Harry and Dumbledore sate without talking for the longest time yet. The realization of what would happen next settled gradually over Harry in the long minutes, like softly falling snow.

"I've got to go back, haven't I?"

"That is up to you."

"I've got a choice?"

　　　"Oh yes," Dumbledore smiled at him. "We are in King's Cross you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able to . . . let's say . . . board a train."

"And where would it take me?"

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one look at him, seemed to recognize him from the train, folded her arms, and firmly turned her back on him.
　　　And Severus Snape moved off to the other side of the Hall, away from Lily, to where the Slytherins were cheering him, to where Lucius Malfoy, a prefect badge gleaming upon his chest, patted Snape on the back as he sat down beside him… And the scene changed… 　　　Lily and Snape were walking across the castle courtyard, evidently arguing. Harry hurried to catch up with them, to listen in. As he reached
　　　The roll call continued. Harry watched Lupin, Pettigrew, and his father join Lily and Sirius at the Gryffindor table. At last, when only a dozen students remained to be sorted, Professor McGonagall called Snape.

　　　Harry walked with him to the stool, watched him place the hat upon his head. "Slytherin!" cried the Sorting Hat.

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turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension. "So--- 'ow eez leetle Teddy?"

　　　Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to be solidifying, like ice.
Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera. 　　　"I was a fool!" Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. "I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a – a --" "Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry
　　　"I --- oh yes--- he's fine!" Lupin said loudly. "yes, Tonks is with him--- at her mother's ---"

Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.

　　　"Here, I've got a picture?" Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to

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of time before they did it the other way around. Thing was," he faced them, and Harry was astonished to see that he was grinning, "they bit off a bit more than they could chew with Gran. Hogwarts could do without me after all. I don't know whether they were planning to kill me or send me to Azkaban, either way, I knew it was time to disappear." 　　　"But," said Ron, looking thoroughly confused, "aren't – aren't we heading straight back for Hogwarts?"Little old witch living alone, they probably thought hey didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway," Neville laughed, "Dawlish is still in St. Mungo's and Gran's on the run. She sent me a letter," he clapped a hand to the breast pocket of his robes, "telling me she was proud of me, that I'm my parent's son, and to keep it up."

"Cool," said Ron.

　　　"Yea," said Neville happily. "Only thing was, once they realized they had no hold over me, they decided

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hurriedly thrust his own hand under his jacket to make sure he had not lost the Invisibility Cloak. Then he turned to see Bogrod shaking his head in bewilderment: The Thief's Downfall seemed to have lifted his Imperius Curse.
　　　"Harry, I think I can hear people coming!" said Hermione, and she pointed Bellatrix's wand at the waterfall and cried, "Protego!" They saw the Shield Charm break the flow of enchanted water as it flew up the passageway
　　　"We need him," said Griphook, "we cannot enter the vault without a Gringott's goblin. And we need the clankers!"

　　　"Imperio!" Harry said again; his voice echoed through the stone passage as he felt again the sense of heady control that flowed from brain to wand. Bogrod submitted once more to his will, his befuddled expression changing to one of polite indifference, as Ron hurried to pick up the leather bag of metal tools.

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Hermione to Ron and then back again.

"So young," he said finally, "to be fighting so many."

　　　"Will you help us?" said Harry. "We haven't got a hope of breaking in without a goblin's help. You're our one chance."
　　　"I think," he said, settling himself ostentatiously upon Bill and Fleur's bed, "that the Skele-Gro has finished its work. I may be able to sleep at last. Forgive me. . . ." 　　　"Yeah, of course," said Harry, but before leaving the room he leaned forward and took the sword of Gryffindor from beside the goblin. Griphook
"I shall . . . think about it," said Griphook maddeningly.

"But –" Ron started angrily; Hermione nudged him in the ribs.

"Thank you," said Harry.

　　　The goblin bowed his great domed head in acknowledgement, then flexed his short legs.

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But then . . . do you mean . . ." said Hermione slowly, and Harry could tell that she was trying to keep any trace of skepticism out of her voice, "that you believe these objects – these Hallows – really exist?"

Xenophilius raised his eyebrows again.

"Well, of course."
Perhaps you ought to try on the hat, Hermione," said Ron, nodding toward the ludicrous headdress. His voice shook with the strain of not laughing. 　　　"Mr. Lovegood," Hermione began again, "We all know that there are such things as Invisibility Cloaks. They are rare, but they exist. But –" 　　　"Ah, but the Third Hallow is a true Cloak of Invisibility, Miss
　　　"But," said Hermione, and Harry could hear her restraint starting to crack, "Mr. Lovegood, how can you possibly believe – ?"

　　　"Luna has told me all about you, young lady," said Xenophilius. "You are, I gather, not unintelligent, but painfully limited. Narrow. Close-minded."

　　　"

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could have pulled that out of the hat. And what were the qualities that defined a Gryffindor? A small voice inside Harry's head answered him: Their daring nerve and chivalry set Gryffindor apart.
he examined the pool. The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting.
　　　Harry stopped walking and let out a long sigh, his smoky breath dispersing rapidly upon the frozen air. He knew what he had to do. If he was honest with himself, he had thought it might come to this from the moment he had spotted the sword through the ice.

　　　He glanced around at the surrounding trees again, but was convinced now that nobody was going to attack him. They had had their chance as he walked alone through the forest, had had plenty of opportunity as

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Harry let her talk, nodding and agreeing whenever there was a pause, but his mind had left the conversation. For the first time since he had discovered that the sword in Gringotts was a fake, he felt excited.

　　　He was about toabout to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric's Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and have invited friends to his house. . . . He might even have had brothers and sisters. . . . It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him. After Hermione had gone to bed that night, Harry quietly extracted his rucksack from Hermione's beaded bag, and from inside it, the photograph album Hagrid had given him so long ago. For the first time in months, he perused the old pictures of his parents, smiling and waving up at him from the images, which were all he had left of them now.

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drenched the whole of Ron's left side and his face stood out, grayish-white, against the leaf-strewn earth. The Polyjuice Potion was wearing off now: Ron was halfway between Cattermole and himself in appearance, his hair turning redder and redder as his face drained of the little color it had left.
something comical, but this . . . His insides crawled unpleasantly as Hermione laid bare Ron's upper arm, where a great chunk of flesh was missing, scooped cleanly away as though by a knife. "Harry, quickly, in my bag, there's a small bottle labeled ‘Essence of Dittany'– "
"What's happened to him?"

　　　"Splinched," said Hermione, her fingers already busy at Ron's sleeve, where the blood was wettest and darkest.

　　　Harry watched, horrified, as she tore open Ron's short. He had always thought of Splinching as
"Bag – right –"

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Kreacher could escape a lake full of Inferi, Harry was confident that the capture of Mundungus would take a few hours at most, and he prowled the house all morning in a state of high anticipation. However, Kreacher did not return that morning or even that afternoon. By nightfall, Harry felt discouraged and anxious, and a supper composed largely of moldy bread, upon which Hermione had tried a variety of unsuccessful Transfigurations, did nothing to help.

　　　Kreacher did not return the following day, nor the day after that. However, two cloaked men had appeared in the square outside number twelve, and they remained there into the night, gazing in the direction of the house that they could not see.

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instead. Eyes watering in pain, Harry lost track of the conversation for a few moments.

　　　The band had begun to play, Bill and Fleur took to the dance floor first, to great applause; after a while, Mr. Weasley led Madame Delacour onto the floor, followed by Mr. Weasley and Fleur's father.
"She's great isn't she?" said Ron admiringly. "Always good value." 　　　But the smile vanished from his face at once: Viktor Krum had dropped into Luna's vacant seat. Hermione looked pleasurably flustered but this
　　　"I like this song," said Luna, swaying in time to the waltzlike tune, and a few seconds later she stood up and glided onto the dance floor, where she revolved on the spot, quite alone, eyes closed and waving her arms.

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Of course, Ron, but people are terrified," Mr. Weasley replied, "terrified that they will be next to disappear, their children the next to be attacked! There are nasty rumors going around; I for one don't believe the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts resigned. She hasn't been seen for weeks now. Meanwhile Scrimgeour remains shut up in his office all day; I just hope he's working on a plan."
　　　There was a pause in which Mrs. Weasley magicked the empty plates onto the work surface and served apple tart.
　　　"We must decide ‘ow you will be disguised, ‘Arry," said Fleur, once everyone had pudding. "For ze ," she added, when he looked confused. "Of course, none of our guests are Death Eaters, but we cannot guarantee zat zey will not let something slip after zey ‘ave ‘ad champagne."
that she still suspected Hagrid.
　　　"Yes, good point," said Mrs. Weasley from the top of the table where

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ashes. Salahuddin could not remember when he had last touched his father's face this way, gently drawing the skin tight as the cordless shaver moved across it, and then stroking it to make sure it felt smooth. When he had finished he continued for a moment to run his fingers along Changez's cheeks. "Look at the old man," Nasreen said to Kasturba as they entered the room, "he can't take his eyes off his boy." Changez Chamchawala grinned an exhausted grin, revealing a mouth full of shattered teeth, flecked with spittle and crumbs. actual world of his study, the visionary world of dreams, and the approaching after-life as well (or so Salahuddin, in a fanciful moment, found himself imagining); -- then the son went to Changez's old bedroom for a rest. Grotesque heads in painted
When his father fell asleep again, after being forced by Kasturba and Nasreen to drink a small quantity of water, and gazed up at -- what? -- with his open, dreaming eyes, which could see into three worlds at once, the

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the station wagon. "Second round to the archangel," Mirza Saeed thought.
o o o
By the fifth week of the older pilgrims had deteriorated sharply, food supplies were running low, water was hard to find, and the children's tear ducts were dry. The vulture herds were never far away.
As the pilgrims left behind the rural areas and came towards more densely populated zones, the level of harassment increased. The long--distance buses and trucks often refused to deviate and the pedestrians had to leap, screaming and tumbling over each other, out of their way. Cyclists, families of six on Rajdoot motor--scooters, petty shop--keepers hurled abuse. "Crazies! Hicks! Muslims!" Often they were obliged to keep marching for an entire night because the authorities in this or that small town didn't want such riff-raff sleeping on their pavements. More deaths became inevitable.

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leotard. -- Until, sensing the coldness in him, she backed off, all confusion and injured pride.
"Our other star hasn't turned up today," Jumpy mentioned to Saladin during a break in the exercises. "Miss Alleluia Cone, the one who climbed Everest. I was meaning to introduce you two. She knows, I mean, she's apparently with, Gibreel. Gibreel Farishta, the actor, your fellow--survivor of the crash." Himalayas. -- What is a mountain? An obstacle; a transcendence; above all, an _effect_. "Where are you going?" Jumpy was calling. "I thought I was
_Things are closing in on me_. Gibreel was drifting towards him, like India when, having come unstuck from the Gondwanaland proto--continent, it floated towards Laurasia. (His processes of mind, he recognized absently, were coming up with some pretty strange associations.) When they collided, the force would hurl up

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lips, twining their legs around his waist, kissing one another passionately just an inch away from his face, until the ashy writer was hopelessly aroused; whereupon they would laugh at his stiffness and mock him into blushing, quivering detumescence; or, very occasionally, and when he had given up all expectation of such a thing, they would depute one of their number to satisfy, free of charge, the lust they had awakened. In this way, like a myopic, blinking, tame bull, the poet passed his days, laying his head in women's laps, brooding on death and revenge, unable to say whether he was the most contented or the wretchedest man alive.
It was during one of these playful sessions at the end of a working day, when the girls were alone with their eunuchs and their wine, that Baal heard the youngest talking about her client, the grocer, Musa. "That one!" she said. "He's

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When Pinkwalla the deejay saw what was climbing under cover of darkness into the back of his panel van, which his friends Hanif and Mishal had persuaded him to bring round the back of the Shaandaar, the fear of It was almost four in the morning when they bedded Chamcha down in the empty, locked-up nightclub. Pinkwalla -- his real name, Sewsunker, was never used -- had unearthed a couple of sleeping-bags from a back room, and they obeah filled his heart; but there was also the contrary exhilaration of realizing that the potent hero of his many dreams was a flesh-and-blood actuality. He stood across the street, shivering under a lamp--post though it wasn't particularly cold, and stayed there for half an hour while Mishal and Hanif spoke urgently to him, _he needs somewhere to go, we have to think about his future_. Then he shrugged, walked over to the van, and started up the engine. Hanif sat beside him in the cab; Mishal travelled with Saladin, hidden from view.

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any more_. He took deep breaths; lay back; emptied his mind. The traitor in his chest resumed normal service.
No more of that, Saladin Chamcha told himself firmly. No more of thinking myself evil. Appearances deceive; the cover is not the best guide to the book. Devil, Goat, Shaitan? Not I.
Not I: another.
Who?
o o o
Mishal and Anahita arrived with breakfast on a tray and excitement all over their faces. Chamcha devoured cornflakes and Nescafé while the girls, after a few moments of shyness, gabbled at him, simultaneously, non--stop. "Well, you've set the place buzzing and no mistake." -- "You haven't gone and changed back in the night or anything?" -- "Listen, it's not a trick, is it? I mean, it's not make-up or something theatrical? -- I mean, Jumpy says you're

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Even the serial visions have migrated now; they know the city better than he. And in the aftermath of Rosa and Rekha the dream-worlds of his archangelic other self begin to seem as tangible as the shifting realities he inhabits while he's awake. This, for instance, has started coming: a mansion block built in the Dutch style in a part of London which he will subsequently identify as Kensington, to which the dream flies him at high speed past Barkers department store and the small grey house with double bay windows where Thackeray wrote _Vanity Fair_ and the square with the convent where the little girls in uniform are always going in, but never come out, and the house where Talleyrand lived in his old age when after a thousand and one chameleon changes of allegiance and principle he took on the outward form of the French ambassador