Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits1 in hoods3, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts; Ginny gave a gasp4 of horror.
‘To me, Potter,’ repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.
Harry5's insides plummeted6 sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one.
‘To me,’ said Malfoy yet again.
‘Where's Sirius?’ Harry said.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly9, ‘The Dark Lord always knows!’
‘Always,’ echoed Malfoy softly. ‘Now, give me the prophecy, Potter.’
‘I want to know where Sirius is!’
‘I want to know where Sirius is!’ mimicked10 the woman to his left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere11 feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry's eyes.
‘You've got him,’ said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread12 he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. ‘He's here. I know he is.’
‘The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,’ said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. Harry felt Ron stir beside him.
‘Don't do anything,’ Harry muttered. ‘Not yet—’
The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous13 scream of laughter.
‘You hear him? You hear him?Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!’
‘Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,’ said Malfoy softly. ‘He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.’
‘I know Sirius is here,’ said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict14 and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. ‘I know you've got him!’
More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all.
‘It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,’ said Malfoy. ‘Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.’
‘Go on, then,’ said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the five wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna rose on either side of him. The knot in Harry's stomach tightened15. If Sirius really was not here, he had led his friends to their deaths for no reason at all ...
But the Death Eaters did not strike.
‘Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,’ said Malfoy coolly.
It was Harry's turn to laugh.
‘Yeah, right!’ he said. ‘I give you this—prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?’
The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked16: ‘Accio proph —’
Harry was just ready for her: he shouted ‘Protego’ before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it.
‘Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter,’ she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood2. ‘Very well, then—’
‘I TOLD YOU, NO!’ Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. ‘If you smash it—!’
Harry's mind was racing17. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, to make sure none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity ...
The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull18-like, but it was alive with a feverish19, fanatical glow.
‘You need more persuasion20?’ she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. ‘Very well—take the smallest one,’ she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. ‘Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it.’
Harry felt the others close in around Ginny; he stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest.
‘You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,’ he told Bellatrix. ‘I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?’
She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth.
‘So,’ said Harry, ‘what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?’
He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville's arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking; he could feel one of the others’ quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.
‘What kind of prophecy?’ repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. ‘You jest, Harry Potter.’
‘Nope, not jesting,’ said Harry, his eyes flicking21 from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. ‘How come Voldemort wants it?
Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses22.
‘You dare speak his name?’ whispered Bellatrix.
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. ‘Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol—
‘Shut your mouth!’ Bellatrix shrieked. ‘You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch23 it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare—’
‘Did you know he's a half-blood too?’ said Harry recklessly. Hermione gave a little moan in his ear. ‘Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle—or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?’
‘STUPEF—’
‘NO!’
A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected24 it; his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs25 there shattered.
Two figures, pearly-white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak; their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts.
‘... at the solstice will come a new ...’ said the figure of an old, bearded man.
‘DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!’
‘He dared—he dares—’ shrieked Bellatrix incoherently, ‘he stands there—filthy half-blood —’
‘WAIT UN'I'LL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!’ bawled26 Malfoy.
‘... and none will come after ...’ said the figure of a young woman.
The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Nothing remained of them or their erstwhile homes but fragments of glass upon the floor. They had, however, given Harry an idea. The problem was going to be conveying it to the others.
‘You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over,’ he said, playing for time. He moved his foot slowly sideways, feeling around for someone else's.
‘Do not play games with us, Potter,’ said Malfoy.
‘I'm not playing games,’ said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone's toes and pressed down upon them. A sharp intake27 of breath behind him told him they were Hermione's.
‘What?’ she whispered.
‘Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels28 of the Department of Mysteries?’ Malfoy sneered29.
‘I—what?’ said Harry. And for a moment he quite forgot his plan. ‘What about my scar?’
‘What?’ whispered Hermione more urgently behind him.
‘Can this be?’ said Malfoy, sounding maliciously30 delighted; some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, Harry hissed31 to Hermione, moving his lips as little as possible, ‘Smash shelves—’
‘Dumbledore never told you?’ Malfoy repeated. ‘Well, this explains why you didn't come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why—’
‘—when I say now— ’
‘—you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording ...’
‘Did he?’ said Harry. Behind him he felt rather than heard Hermione passing his message to the others and he sought to keep talking, to distract the Death Eaters. ‘So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?’
‘Why?’ Malfoy sounded incredulously delighted. ‘Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve32 a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him.’
‘And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?’
‘About both of you, Potter, about both of you ... haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?’
Harry stared into the slitted eye-holes through which Malfoy's grey eyes were gleaming. Was this prophecy the reason Harry's parents had died, the reason he carried his lightning-bolt scar? Was the answer to all of this clutched in his hand?
‘Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me?’ he said quietly, gazing at Lucius Malfoy, his fingers tightening33 over the warm glass sphere in his hand. It was hardly larger than a Snitch and still gritty with dust. ‘And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?’
‘Get it himself?’ shrieked Bellatrix, over a cackle of mad laughter.
‘The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry34 of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?’
‘So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?’ said Harry. ‘Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it—and Bode35?’
‘Very good, Potter, very good ...’ said Malfoy slowly. ‘But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell—
‘NOW!’ yelled Harry.
Five different voices behind him bellowed36, ‘REDUCTO!’ Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit; the towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent37 of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor—
‘RUN!’ Harry yelled, as the shelves swayed precariously38 and more glass spheres began to fall from above. He seized a handful of Hermione's robes and dragged her forwards, holding one arm over his head as chunks40 of shelf and shards41 of glass thundered down upon them. A Death Eater lunged forwards through the cloud of dust and Harry elbowed him hard in the masked face; they were all yelling, there were cries of pain, and thunderous crashes as the shelves collapsed42 upon themselves, weirdly44 echoing fragments of the Seers unleashed45 from their spheres—
Harry found the way ahead clear and saw Ron, Ginny and Luna sprint46 past him, their arms over their heads; something heavy struck him on the side of the face but he merely ducked his head and sprinted47 onwards; a hand caught him by the shoulder; he heard Hermione shout, ‘Stupefy!’ The hand released him at once—
They were at the end of row ninety-seven; Harry turned right and began to sprint in earnest; he could hear footsteps right behind him and Hermione's voice urging Neville on; straight ahead, the door through which they had come was ajar; Harry could see the glittering light of the bell jar; he pelted48 through the doorway49, the prophecy still clutched tight and safe in his hand, and waited for the others to hurtle over the threshold before slamming the door behind them—
‘Colloportus!’ gasped50 Hermione and the door sealed itself with an odd squelching51 noise.
‘Where—where are the others?’ gasped Harry.
He had thought Ron, Luna and Ginny were ahead of them, that they would be waiting in this room, but there was nobody there.
‘They must have gone the wrong way!’ whispered Hermione, terror in her face.
‘Listen!’ whispered Neville.
Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed; Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and heard Lucius Malfoy roar, ‘Leave Nott, leave him, I say— his injuries will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing that prophecy. Jugson, come back here, we need to organise52! We'll split into pairs and search, and don't forget, be gentle with Potter until we've got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary—Bellatrix, Rodolphus, you take the left; Crabbe, Rabastan, go right—Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead—Macnair and Avery, through here—Rookwood, over there— Mulciber, come with me!’
‘What do we do?’ Hermione asked Harry, trembling from head to foot.
‘Well, we don't stand here waiting for them to find us, for a start,’ said Harry. ‘Let's get away from this door.’
They ran as quietly as they could, past the shimmering53 bell jar where the tiny egg was hatching and unhatching, towards the exit into the circular hallway at the far end of the room. They were almost there when Harry heard something large and heavy collide with the door Hermione had charmed shut.
‘Stand aside!’ said a rough voice. ‘Alohomora!’
As the door flew open, Harry, Hermione and Neville dived under desks. They could see the bottom of the two Death Eaters’ robes drawing nearer, their feet moving rapidly.
‘They might've run straight through to the hall,’ said the rough voice.
‘Check under the desks,’ said another.
Harry saw the knees of the Death Eaters bend; poking54 his wand out from under the desk, he shouted, ‘STUPEFY!’
A jet of red light hit the nearest Death Eater; he fell backwards55 into a grandfather clock and knocked it over; the second Death Eater, however, had leapt aside to avoid Harry's spell and was pointing his own wand at Hermione, who was crawling out from under the desk to get a better aim.
‘Avada—’
Harry launched himself across the floor and grabbed the Death Eater around the knees, causing him to topple and his aim to go awry56. Neville overturned a desk in his anxiety to help; and pointing his wand wildly at the struggling pair, he cried:
‘EXPELLIARMUS!’
Both Harry's and the Death Eater's wands flew out of their hands and soared back towards the entrance to the Hall of Prophecy; both scrambled57 to their feet and charged after them, the Death Eater in front, Harry hot on his heels, and Neville bringing up the rear, plainly horrorstruck by what he had done.
‘Get out of the way, Harry!’ yelled Neville, clearly determined58 to repair the damage.
Harry flung himself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted:
‘STUPEFY!’
The jet of red light flew right over the Death Eaters shoulder and hit a glass-fronted cabinet on the wall full of variously shaped hour-glasses; the cabinet fell to the floor and burst apart, glass flying everywhere, sprang back up on to the wall, fully59 mended, then fell down again, and shattered—
The Death Eater had snatched up his wand, which lay on the floor beside the glittering bell jar. Harry ducked down behind another desk as the man turned; his mask had slipped so that he couldn't see. He ripped it off with his free hand and shouted: ‘STUP—’
‘STUPEFY!’ screamed Hermione, who had just caught up with them. The jet of red light hit the Death Eater in the middle of his chest: he froze, his arm still raised, his wand fell to the floor with a flatter and he collapsed backwards towards the bell jar. Harry expected to hear a clunk, for the man to hit solid glass and slide off the jar on to the floor, but instead, his head sank through the surface of the bell jar as though it were nothing but a soap bubble and he came to rest, sprawled60 on his back on the table, with his head lying inside the jar full of glittering wind.
‘Accio wand!’ cried Hermione. Harry's wand flew from a dark corner into her hand and she threw it to him.
‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Right, let's get out of—’
‘Look out!’ said Neville, horrified61. He was staring at the Death Eater's head in the bell jar.
All three of them raised their wands again, but none of them struck: they were all gazing, open-mouthed, appalled62, at what was happening to the man's head.
It was shrinking very fast, growing balder and balder, the black hair and stubble retracting63 into his skull; his cheeks becoming smooth, his skull round and covered with a peachlike fuzz ...
A baby's head now sat grotesquely64 on top of the thick, muscled neck of the Death Eater as he struggled to get up again; but even as they watched, their mouths open, the head began to swell65 to its previous proportions again; thick black hair was sprouting66 from the pate67 and chin ...
‘It's Time,’ said Hermione in an awestruck voice. ‘Time ...’
The Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to clear it, but before he could pull himself together it began to shrink back to babyhood once more ...
There was a shout from a room nearby, then a crash and a scream.
‘RON?’ Harry yelled, turning quickly from the monstrous68 transformation69 taking place before them. ‘GINNY? LUNA?’
‘Harry!’ Hermione screamed.
The Death Eater had pulled his head out of the bell jar. His appearance was utterly70 bizarre, his tiny baby's head bawling71 loudly while his thick arms flailed72 dangerously in all directions, narrowly missing Harry, who had ducked. Harry raised his wand but to his amazement73 Hermione seized his arm.
‘You can't hurt a baby!’
There was no time to argue the point; Harry could hear more footsteps growing louder from the Hall of Prophecy and knew, too late, that he ought not to have shouted and given away their position.
‘Come on!’ he said, and leaving the ugly baby-headed Death Eater staggering behind them they took off for the door that stood open at the other end of the room, leading back into the black hallway.
They had run halfway74 towards it when Harry saw through the open door two more Death Eaters running across the black room towards them; veering75 left, he burst instead into a small, dark, cluttered76 office and slammed the door behind them.
‘Collo—’ began Hermione, but before she could complete the spell the door had burst open and the two Death Eaters had come hurtling inside.
With a cry of triumph, both yelled:
‘IMPEDIMENTA!’
Harry, Hermione and Neville were all knocked backwards off their feet; Neville was thrown over the desk and disappeared from view; Hermione smashed into a bookcase and was promptly77 deluged78 in a cascade79 of heavy books; the back of Harry's head slammed into the stone wall behind him, tiny lights burst in front of his eyes and for a moment he was too dizzy and bewildered to react.
‘WE'VE GOT HIM!’ yelled the Death Eater nearest Harry. ‘IN AN OFFICE OFF—’
‘Silencio!’ cried Hermione and the man's voice was extinguished. He continued to mouth through the hole in his mask, but no sound came out. He was thrust aside by his fellow Death Eater.
‘Petrificus Totalus!’ shouted Harry, as the second Death Eater raised his wand. His arms and legs snapped together and he fell forwards, face down on to the rug at Harry's feet, stiff as a board and unable to move.
‘Well done, Ha—’
But the Death Eater Hermione had just struck dumb made a sudden slashing80 movement with his wand; a streak81 of what looked like purple flame passed right across Hermione's chest. She gave a tiny ‘Oh!’ as though of surprise and crumpled82 on to the floor, where she lay motionless.
‘HERMIONE!’
Harry fell to his knees beside her as Neville crawled rapidly towards her from under the desk, his wand held up in front of him. The Death Eater kicked out hard at Neville's head as he emerged—his foot broke Neville's wand in two and connected with his face. Neville gave a howl of pain and recoiled83, clutching his mouth and nose. Harry twisted around, his own wand held high, and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wand directly at Harry, who recognised the long, pale, twisted face from the Daily Prophet:Antonin Dolohov, the wizard who had murdered the Prewetts.
Dolohov grinned. With his free hand, he pointed84 from the prophecy still clutched in Harry's hand, to himself, then at Hermione. Though he could no longer speak, his meaning could not have been clearer. Give me the prophecy, or you get the same as her ...
‘Like you won't kill us all anyway, the moment I hand it over!’ said Harry.
A whine85 of panic inside his head was preventing him thinking properly: he had one hand on Hermione's shoulder, which was still warm, yet did not dare look at her properly. Don't let her be dead, don't let her be dead, it's my fault if she's dead ...
‘Whaddever you do, Harry,’ said Neville fiercely from under the desk, lowering his hands to show a clearly broken nose and blood pouring down his mouth and chin, ‘don'd gib it to him!’
Then there was a crash outside the door and Dolohov looked over his shoulder—the baby-headed Death Eater had appeared in the doorway, his head bawling, his great fists still flailing86 uncontrollably at everything around him. Harry seized his chance:
‘PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!’
The spell hit Dolohov before he could block it and he toppled forwards across his comrade, both of them rigid87 as boards and unable to move an inch.
‘Hermione,’ Harry said at once, shaking her as the baby-headed Death Eater blundered out of sight again. ‘Hermione, wake up ...’
‘Whaddid he do to her?’ said Neville, crawling out from under the desk to kneel at her other side, blood streaming from his rapidly swelling88 nose.
‘I dunno ...’
Neville groped for Hermione's wrist.
‘Dat's a pulse, Harry, I'b sure id is.’
Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed.
‘She's alive?’
‘Yeah, I dink so.’
There was a pause in which Harry listened hard for the sound of more footsteps, but all he could hear were the whimpers and blunderings of the baby-headed Death Eater in the next room.
‘Neville, we're not far from the exit,’ Harry whispered, ‘we're right next to that circular room ... if we can just get you across it and find the right door before any more Death Eaters come, I'll bet you can get Hermione up the corridor and into the lift ... then you could find someone ... raise the alarm ...’
‘And whad are you going do do?’ said Neville, mopping his bleeding nose with his sleeve and frowning at Harry.
‘I've got to find the others,’ said Harry.
‘Well, I'b going do find dem wid you,’ said Neville firmly.
‘But Hermione—’
‘We'll dake her wid us,’ said Neville firmly. ‘I'll carry her—you're bedder at fighding dem dan I ab—
He stood up and seized one of Hermione's arms, glaring at Harry, who hesitated, then grabbed the other and helped hoist89 Hermione's limp form over Neville's shoulders.
‘Wait,’ said Harry, snatching up Hermione's wand from the floor and shoving it into Neville's hand, ‘you'd better take this.’
Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly towards the door.
‘My gran's going do kill be,’ said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke90, ‘dat was by dad's old wand.’
Harry stuck his head out of the door and looked around cautiously. The baby-headed Death Eater was screaming and banging into things, toppling grandfather clocks and overturning desks, bawling and confused, while the glass-fronted cabinet that Harry now suspected had contained Time-Turners continued to fall, shatter and repair itself on the wall behind them.
‘He's never going to notice us,’ he whispered. ‘C'mon ... keep close behind me ...’
They crept out of the office and back towards the door into the black hallway, which now seemed completely deserted91. They walked a few steps forwards, Neville tottering92 slightly due to Hermione's weight; the door of the Time Room swung shut behind them and the walls began to rotate once more. The recent blow on the back of Harry's head seemed to have unsteadied him; he narrowed his eyes, swaying slightly, until the walls stopped moving again. With a sinking heart, Harry saw that Hermione's fiery93 crosses had faded from the doors.
‘So which way d'you reck—?’
But before they could make a decision as to which way to try, a door to their right sprang open and three people fell out of it.
‘Ron!’ croaked94 Harry, dashing towards them. ‘Ginny—are you all—?’
‘Harry,’ said Ron, giggling95 weakly, lurching forwards, seizing the front of Harry's robes and gazing at him with unfocused eyes, ‘there you are ... ha ha ha ... you look funny, Harry ... you're all messed up ...’
Ron's face was very white and something dark was trickling96 from the corner of his mouth. Next moment his knees had given way, but he still clutched the front of Harry's robes, so that Harry was pulled into a kind of bow.
‘Ginny?’ Harry said fearfully. ‘What happened?’
But Ginny shook her head and slid down the wall into a sitting position, panting and holding her ankle.
‘I think her ankle's broken, I heard something crack,’ whispered Luna, who was bending over her and who alone seemed to be unhurt. ‘Four of them chased us into a dark room full of planets; it was a very odd place, some of the time we were just floating in the dark—’
‘Harry, we saw Uranus97 up close!’ said Ron, still giggling feebly. ‘Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus—ha ha ha—’
A bubble of blood grew at the corner of Ron's mouth and burst.
‘—anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny's foot, I used the Reductor Curse and blew up Pluto98 in his face, but ...’
Luna gestured hopelessly at Ginny, who was breathing in a very shallow way, her eyes still closed.
‘And what about Ron?’ said Harry fearfully, as Ron continued to giggle99, still hanging off the front of Harry's robes.
‘I don't know what they hit him with,’ said Luna sadly, ‘but he's gone a bit funny, I could hardly get him along at all.’
‘Harry,’ said Ron, pulling Harry's ear down to his mouth and still giggling weakly, ‘you know who this girl is, Harry? She's Loony ... Loony Lovegood ... ha ha ha ...’
‘We've got to get out of here,’ said Harry firmly. ‘Luna, can you help Ginny?’
‘Yes,’ said Luna, sticking her wand behind her ear for safekeeping, then putting an arm around Ginny's waist and pulling her up.
‘It's only my ankle, I can do it myself!’ said Ginny impatiently, but next moment she had collapsed sideways and grabbed Luna for support. Harry pulled Ron's arm over his shoulder just as, so many months ago, he had pulled Dudley's. He looked around: they had a one in twelve chance of getting the exit right first time—
He heaved Ron towards a door; they were within a few feet of it when another door across the hall burst open and three Death Eaters sped in, led by Bellatrix Lestrange.
‘There they are!’ she shrieked.
Stunning101 Spells shot across the room: Harry smashed his way through the door ahead, flung Ron unceremoniously from him and ducked back to help Neville in with Hermione: they were all over the threshold just in time to slam the door against Bellatrix.
‘Colloportus!’ shouted Harry, and he heard three bodies slam into the door on the other side.
‘It doesn't matter!’ said a man's voice. ‘There are other ways in—WE'VE GOT THEM, THEY'RE HERE!’
Harry span around; they were back in the Brain Room and, sure enough, there were doors all around the walls. He could hear footsteps in the hall behind them as more Death Eaters came running to join the first.
‘Luna—Neville— help me!’
The three of them tore around the room, sealing the doors as they went; Harry crashed into a tbale and rolled over the top of it in his haste to reach the next door:
‘Colloportus!’
There were footsteps running along behind the doors, every now and then another heavy body would launch itself against one, so it creaked and shuddered102; Luna and Neville were bewitching the doors along the opposite wall—then, as Harry reached the very top of the room, he heard Luna cry:
‘Collo—aaaaaaaaargh ...’
He turned in time to see her flying through the air; five Death Eaters were surging into the room through the door she had not reached in time; Luna hit a desk, slid over its surface and on to the floor on the other side where she lay sprawled, as still as Hermione.
‘Get Potter!’ shrieked Bellatrix, and she ran at him; he dodged103 her and sprinted back up the room; he was safe as long as they thought they might hit the prophecy—
‘Hey!’ said Ron, who had staggered to his feet and was now tottering drunkenly towards Harry, giggling. ‘Hey, Harry, there are brains in here, ha ha ha, isn't that weird43, Harry?’
‘Ron, get out of the way, get down—’
But Ron had already pointed his wand at the tank.
‘Honest, Harry, they're brains—look—Accio brain!’
The scene seemed momentarily frozen. Harry, Ginny and Neville and each of the Death Eaters turned in spite of themselves to watch the top of the tank as a brain burst from the green liquid like a leaping fish: for a moment it seemed suspended in midair, then it soared towards Ron, spinning as it came, and what looked like ribbons of moving images flew from it, unravelling104 like rolls of film—
‘Ha ha ha, Harry, look at it—’ said Ron, watching it disgorge its gaudy105 innards, ‘Harry, come and touch it; bet it's weird—’
‘RON, NO!’
Harry did not know what would happen if Ron touched the tentacles106 of thought now flying behind the brain, but he was sure it would not be anything good. He darted107 forwards but Ron had already caught the brain in his outstretched hands.
The moment they made contact with his skin, the tentacles began wrapping themselves around Ron's arms like ropes.
‘Harry, look what's happen—No—no—I don't like it—no, stop—stop—’
But the thin ribbons were spinning around Ron's chest now; he tugged108 and tore at them as the brain was pulled tight against him like an octopus's body.
‘Diffindo!’ yelled Harry, trying to sever7 the feelers wrapping themselves tightly around Ron before his eyes, but they would not break. Ron fell over, still thrashing against his bonds.
‘Harry, it'll suffocate109 him!’ screamed Ginny, immobilised by her broken ankle on the floor— then a jet of red light flew from one of the Death Eater's wands and hit her squarely in the face. She keeled over sideways and lay there unconscious.
‘STUBEFY!’ shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione's wand at the oncoming Death Eaters, ‘STUBEFY, STUBEFY!’
But nothing happened.
One of the Death Eaters shot their own Stunning Spell at Neville; it missed him by inches. Harry and Neville were now the only two left fighting the five Death Eaters, two of whom sent off streams of silver light like arrows which missed but left craters111 in the wall behind them. Harry ran for it as Bellatrix Lestrange raced right at him: holding the prophecy high above his head, he sprinted back up the room; all he could think of doing was to draw the Death Eaters away from the others.
It seemed to have worked; they streaked112 after him, knocking chairs and tables flying but not daring to bewitch him in case they hurt the prophecy, and he dashed through the only door still open, the one through which the Death Eaters themselves had come; inwardly praying that Neville would stay with Ron and find some way of releasing him. He ran a few feet into the new room and felt the floor vanish—
He was falling down steep stone step after steep stone step, bouncing on every tier until at last, with a crash that knocked all the breath out of his body, he landed flat on his back in the sunken pit where the stone archway stood on its dais. The whole room was ringing with the Death Eater's laughter: he looked up and saw the five who had been in the Brain Room descending113 towards him, while as many more emerged through other doorways114 and began leaping from bench to bench towards him. Harry got to his feet though his legs were trembling so badly they barely supported him: the prophecy was still miraculously115 unbroken in his left hand, his wand clutched tightly in his right. He backed away, looking around, trying to keep all the Death Eaters within his sight. The back of his legs hit something solid: he had reached the dais where the archway stood. He climbed backwards onto it.
The Death Eaters all halted, gazing at him. Some were panting as hard as he was. One was bleeding badly; Dolohov, freed of the Body-Bind Curse, was leering, his wand pointing straight at Harry's face.
‘Potter, your race is run,’ drawled Lucius Malfoy, pulling off his mask, ‘now hand me the prophecy like a good boy.’
‘Let—let the others go, and I'll give it to you!’ said Harry desperately116.
A few of the Death Eaters laughed.
‘You are not in a position to bargain, Potter,’ said Lucius Malfoy, his pale face flushed with pleasure. ‘You see, there are ten of us and only one of you ... or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?’
‘He's dot alone!’ shouted a voice from above them. ‘He's still god be!’
Harry's heart sank: Neville was scrambling117 down the stone benches towards them, Hermione's wand held fast in his trembling hand.
‘Neville—no— go back to Ron—’
‘STUBEFY!’ Neville shouted again, pointing his wand at each Death Eater in turn. ‘STUBEFY! STUBE—’
One of the largest Death Eaters seized Neville from behind, pinioning118 his arms to his sides. He struggled and kicked; several of the Death Eaters laughed.
‘It's Longbottom, isn't it?’ sneered Lucius Malfoy. ‘Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause ... your death will not come as a great shock.’
‘Longbottom?’ repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face. ‘Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy.’
‘I DOE YOU HAB!’ roared Neville, and he fought so hard against his captor's encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted, ‘Someone Stun100 him!’
‘No, no, no,’ said Bellatrix. She looked transported, alive with excitement as she glanced at Harry, then back at Neville. ‘No, let's see how long Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents ... unless Potter wants to give us the prophecy.’
‘DON'D GIB ID DO DEM!’ roared Neville, who seemed beside himself, kicking and writhing119 as Bellatrix drew nearer to him and his captor, her wand raised. ‘DON'D GIB ID DO DEM, HARRY!’
Bellatrix raised her wand. ‘Crucio!’
Neville screamed, his legs drawn120 up to his chest so that the Death Eater holding him was momentarily holding him off the ground. The Death Eater dropped him and he fell to the floor, twitching121 and screaming in agony.
‘That was just a taster!’ said Bellatrix, raising her wand so that Neville's screams stopped and he lay sobbing122 at her feet. She turned and gazed up at Harry. ‘Now, Potter, either give us the prophecy, or watch your little friend die the hard way!’
Harry did not have to think; there was no choice. The prophecy was hot with the heat of his clutching hand as he held it out. Malfoy jumped forwards to take it.
Then, high above them, two more doors burst open and five more people sprinted into the room: Sirius, Lupin, Moody123, Tonks and Kingsley.
Malfoy turned, and raised his wand, but Tonks had already sent a Stunning Spell right at him. Harry did not wait to see whether it had made contact, but dived off the dais out of the way. The Death Eaters were completely distracted by the appearance of the members of the Order, who were now raining spells down upon them as they jumped from step to step towards the sunken floor. Through the darting124 bodies, the flashes of light, Harry could see Neville crawling along. He dodged another jet of red light and flung himself flat on the ground to reach Neville.
‘Are you OK?’ he yelled, as another spell soared inches over their heads.
‘Yes,’ said Neville, trying to pull himself up.
‘And Ron?’
‘I dink he's all righd—he was still fighding de brain when I lefd—’
The stone floor between them exploded as a spell hit it, leaving a crater110 right where Neville's hand had been only seconds before; both scrambled away from the spot, then a thick arm came out of nowhere, seized Harry around the neck and pulled him upright, so that his toes were barely touching125 the floor.
‘Give it to me,’ growled126 a voice in his ear, ‘give me the prophecy—’
The man was pressing so tightly on Harry's windpipe that he could not breathe. Through watering eyes he saw Sirius duelling with a Death Eater some ten feet away; Kingsley was fighting two at once; Tonks, still halfway up the tiered seats, was firing spells down at Bellatrix—nobody seemed to realise that Harry was dying. He turned his wand backwards towards the man's side, but had no breath to utter an incantation, and the man's free hand was groping towards the hand in which Harry was grasping the prophecy—’
‘AARGH!’
Neville had come lunging out of nowhere; unable to articulate a spell, he had jabbed Hermione's wand hard into the eyehole of the Death Eater's mask. The man relinquished127 Harry at once with a howl of pain. Harry whirled around to face him and gasped:
‘STUPEFY!’
The Death Eater keeled over backwards and his mask slipped off: it was Macnair, Buckbeak's would-be killer128, one of his eyes now swollen129 and bloodshot.
‘Thanks!’ Harry said to Neville, pulling him aside as Sirius and his Death Eater lurched past, duelling so fiercely that their wands were blurs130; then Harry's foot made contact with something round and hard and he slipped. For a moment he thought he had dropped the prophecy, but then he saw Moody's magical eye spinning away across the floor.
Its owner was lying on his side, bleeding from the head, and his attacker was now bearing down upon Harry and Neville: Dolohov, his long pale face twisted with glee.
‘Tarantallegra!’ he shouted, his wand pointing at Neville, whose legs went immediately into a kind of frenzied131 tap-dance, unbalancing him and causing him to fall to the floor again. ‘Now, Potter—’
He made the same slashing movement with his wand that he had used on Hermione just as Harry yelled, ‘Protego!’
Harry felt something streak across his face like a blunt knife; the force of it knocked him sideways and he fell over Neville's jerking legs, but the Shield Charm had stopped the worst of the spell.
Dolohov raised his wand again. ‘Accio proph—’
Sirius had hurtled out of nowhere, rammed132 Dolohov with his shoulder and sent him flying out of the way. The prophecy had again flown to the tips of Harry's fingers but he had managed to cling on to it. Now Sirius and Dolohov were duelling, their wands flashing like swords, sparks flying from their wand-tips—
Dolohov drew back his wand to make the same slashing movement he had used on Harry and Hermione. Springing up, Harry yelled, ‘Petrificus Totalus!’ Once again, Dolohov's arms and legs snapped together and he keeled over backwards, landing with a crash on his back.
‘Nice one!’ shouted Sirius, forcing Harry's head down as a pair of Stunning Spells flew towards them. ‘Now I want you to get out of—’
They both ducked again; a jet of green light had narrowly missed Sirius. Across the room Harry saw Tonks fall from halfway up the stone steps, her limp form toppling from stone seat to stone seat and Bellatrix, triumphant8, running back towards the fray133.
‘Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville and run!’ Sirius yelled, dashing to meet Bellatrix. Harry did not see what happened next: Kingsley swayed across his field of vision, battling with the pockmarked and no longer masked Rookwood; another jet of green light flew over Harry's head as he launched himself towards Neville—
‘Can you stand?’ he bellowed in Neville's ear, as Neville's legs jerked and twitched134 uncontrollably. ‘Put your arm round my neck—’
Neville did so— Harry heaved—Neville's legs were still lying in every direction, they would not support him, and then, out of nowhere, a man lunged at them: both fell backwards, Neville's legs waving wildly like an overturned beetle's, Harry with his left arm held up in the air to try to save the small glass ball from being smashed.
‘The prophecy, give me the prophecy, Potter!’ snarled135 Lucus Malfoy's voice in his ear, and Harry felt the tip of Malfoy's wand pressing hard between his ribs136.
‘No—get—off— me ... Neville—catch it!’
Harry flung the prophecy across the floor, Neville span himself around on his back and scooped137 the ball to his chest. Malfoy pointed the wand instead at Neville, but Harry jabbed his own wand back over his shoulder and yelled, ‘Impedimenta!’
Malfoy was blasted off his back. As Harry scrambled up again he looked around and saw Malfoy smash into the dais on which Sirius and Bellatrix were now duelling. Malfoy aimed his wand at Harry and Neville again, but before he could draw breath to strike, Lupin had jumped between them.
‘Harry, round up the others and GO!’
Harry seized Neville by the shoulder of his robes and lifted him bodily on to the first tier of stone steps; Neville's legs twitched and jerked and would not support his weight; Harry heaved again with all the strength he possessed138 and they climbed another step—’
A spell hit the stone bench at Harry's heel; it crumbled139 away and he fell back to the step below. Neville sank to the ground, his legs still jerking and thrashing, and he thrust the prophecy into his pocket.
‘Come on!’ said Harry desperately, hauling at Neville's robes. ‘Just try and push with your legs—’
He gave another stupendous heave and Neville's robes tore all along the left seam—the small spun-glass ball dropped from his pocket and, before either of them could catch it, one of Neville's floundering feet kicked it: it flew some ten feet to their right and smashed on the step beneath them. As both of them stared at the place where it had broken, appalled at what had happened, a pearly-white figure with hugely magnified eyes rose into the air, unnoticed by any but them. Harry could see its mouth moving, but in all the crashes and screams and yells surrounding them, not one word of the prophecy could he hear. The figure stopped speaking and dissolved into nothingness.
‘Harry, I'b sorry!’ cried Neville, his face anguished140 as his legs continued to flounder. ‘I'b so sorry, Harry, I didn'd bean do—’
‘It doesn't matter!’ Harry shouted. ‘Just try and stand, let's get out of—’
‘Dubbledore!’ said Neville, his sweaty face suddenly transported, staring over Harry's shoulder.
‘What?’
‘DUBBLEDORE!’
Harry turned to look where Neville was staring. Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body—they were saved.
Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thoughts of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realised he was there and yelled to the others. One of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line—
Only one pair was still battling, apparently141 unaware142 of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her.
‘Come on, you can do better than that!’ he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful143 arc as he sank backwards through the ragged39 veil hanging from the arch.
Harry saw the look of mingled144 fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing—Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second ...
But Sirius did not reappear.
‘SIRIUS!’ Harry yelled. ‘SIRIUS!’
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps145. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out ...
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
‘There's nothing you can do, Harry—’
‘Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!’
‘—it's too late, Harry.’
‘We can still reach him—’ Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go ...
‘There's nothing you can do, Harry ... nothing ... he's gone.’
在他们周围，黑色的身影显现出来，堵住了他们的去路。这些人的眼睛在兜帽后闪着，十二根发亮的魔杖直指着他们的心脏。金妮倒吸了一口冷气。
“给我，波特。”卢修斯？马尔夫边伸出手，边用那有气无力的声音重复道。
哈利的心一沉，他们被捆住了，而且食死徒的人数比他们两倍还多。
“给我。”马尔夫又说了一遍。
“天狼星在哪？”哈利问道。
有几个食死徒笑了；哈利左侧的那些黑影中间传来一个刺耳的女人声，她得意地说道：“黑魔头对一切了如指掌！”
“是啊，他总是这样。”马尔夫轻声符合着。“现在，把那个预言给我，波特！”
“我要知道天狼星在哪！”
“‘我要知道天狼星在哪！’”他左边的那个女人学着他的声音重复道 。 她和她的食死徒同伴们围了上来，使得他们与哈利以及其他人的距离仅有几英尺，从他们魔杖发出来的光照得哈利眼睛晕眩。
“你们已经抓住他了。”哈利说道，他顾不得恐惧在他心里升级，“他在这儿。我知道他在。”
“小男孩从梦中吓醒，还认为他所梦到的是真的。”那个女人用可怕的婴儿腔调说到。哈利感觉到罗恩在他旁边愤怒得动了一下。
“什么也不要做”哈利咕哝道，“还不是时候……”
那个学他说话的女人发出了一阵沙哑刺耳的大笑。
“你们听到他了吗？你们听到了吗？他向其他孩子发号施令好像他们要攻击我们！”
“哦，你不像我一样了解波特，博拉特里克斯？莱斯特兰。”马尔夫轻声说道，“他在英雄主义上有一个极大的弱点。快把预言给我，波特”
“我知道天狼星在这儿”哈利说，尽管恐慌正在使他觉得他不能正常呼吸，“我知道你们抓住了他！”
更多的食死徒在笑，其中那个女人笑声最响。
“你到了该懂得现实和梦境的区别的时候了，波特。”马尔夫说，“快给我预言，否则我们就要使用魔杖了。”
“那就来吧。”哈利说着把他自己的魔杖举在胸前。与此同时罗恩、荷米恩、纳威、金妮和璐娜的五根魔杖也在他身边举了起来。哈利心头一紧。如果天狼星真的不在这儿，那他就把他的朋友们毫无理由的引向了死亡。
但事食死徒们没有攻击。
“把预言递过来就不会有人受伤。”马尔夫冷冷地说。
这回轮到哈利大笑了。
“是的，没错！”他说，“我给你这个—预言，是吧？然后你就让我们回家，是吗？”
他的话还没说完，那个女食死徒吼道：“预言飞—-”
哈利早有准备：他在她说完咒语之前喊道：“咒语返回！”同时，尽管玻璃球滑到了他的指尖，他还是抓住了那个预言。
“哦，他知道怎么做游戏，小可爱波特。”她疯狂的眼睛透过兜帽的孔瞪视着，“这很好…”
“我告诉过你，不要这样！”卢修斯？马尔夫对那个女人吼道，“如果你打碎它！——”
哈里飞快地思考着。食死徒想要这个满是灰尘的旋转着的玻璃球。他对这个东西可没有兴趣。他只是想使他们活着离开这儿，而且保证他的朋友们没有一个因为他的愚蠢而付出惨痛的代价。
那个女人向前走了一步，脱下了她的兜帽。阿兹卡班中博拉特里克斯？莱斯特兰的面容出现了，只是有些憔悴消瘦，但因为兴奋而充满活力。
“你需要更多的劝说吗？”她说道，他的胸脯快速的起伏着。“好吧，从最小的下手，”她命令身旁的食死徒们。“让他看着我们折磨这个小女孩。我来干。”
哈利其他人向金妮围过来；他横跨一步，因此来到了金妮的正前方，他把预言举在胸前。
“如果你们想要攻击我们之中的任何一个，你们就不得不把这个打碎。”她告诉莱斯特兰。“我认为如果你们没有拿着这个回去，你们的主人是不会高兴的，不是吗？”
她没有动，只是瞪着他，她的舌尖舔着自己薄薄的嘴唇。
“那么，”哈利说，“我们谈论的是什么样的预言呢？”
他除了继续说话想不出应该干什么。纳威的胳膊紧贴着他的，而且能感觉到他在发抖。他能感觉到另一个人呼吸加速。他希望他们都在努力思考怎样逃脱，因为他的脑子已经一片空白。
“什么样的预言？”莱斯特兰重复道，笑容在她脸上消失了，“你开玩笑，哈利波特。”
“不，不是开玩笑，”哈利说，他快速扫视着每一个食死徒，寻找着一个薄弱环节，一个它们可以逃脱的间隙。“伏地魔为什么想要它？”
几个食死徒发出了低低的嘘声。
“你敢说出他的名字？”莱斯特兰低声说。
“是的，”哈利说道，他的手紧握着玻璃球，怕还有人会施墨法把球抢走。“是的，对于我来说，直呼伏地—-”
“闭上你的嘴！”莱斯特兰吼道。“你竟敢用你那卑贱的嘴唇说出他的名字，你竟敢用你那混血种的舌头来玷污他，你竟敢—-”
“你知不知道他也是一混血种？”哈利不顾一切地说。荷米恩在她耳边发出了一丝呻吟声。“伏地魔？是的，他妈妈是一个女巫但他爸爸是一个麻瓜，莫非他一直告诉你们说他是一个纯种？”
“昏昏到地！”
“不！”
一道红光从莱斯特兰的魔杖射出，但是马尔夫使它偏离了目标，他的咒语使得她的击中了哈利左侧的书架腿，上面的几个玻璃球打碎了。
两个像鬼魂一样泛着珍珠白色的人影从破碎的玻璃中显现出来，随后各自在地上说起话来。他们的声音相互参杂着，所以只有一些片断才能透过马尔夫和莱斯特兰的争吵声被人听到：“在至日时会出现新的。”一个上了年纪留着胡子的人影说道。
“不要攻击！我们要拿到那个预言！”
“他竟敢-他敢—”莱斯特兰语无伦次地吼道，“他就站在这儿-下流的混血种—”
“等我们拿到预言！”马尔夫喝道。
“-而且之后什么也不会发生。”那个年轻女人的人影说。
那两个从破碎的球中出现的人影消失在稀薄的空气中。他们原来所在之处只剩下一些碎玻璃。然而，他们却是哈利想出了一个主意。问题是怎样把他的想法告诉其他人。“你们还没有告诉我，我手上拿着的这个预言有什么特别之处。”他说道，他在拖延时间。他慢慢向一旁移动。
“不要耍我们，波特，”马尔夫说。
“我没开玩笑。”哈利说，一边注意着他们的对话，一边挪动着他的脚。然后他发现了莫个人的脚趾，就踩了一脚。一阵急促的喘息声告诉他，这是荷米恩的脚。
“什么？”她低声说。
“丹伯多从来都没跟你说过你具有那个伤疤的原因就藏在神秘事务司吗？”马尔夫冷笑道。
“我-什么？”哈利说道。有一阵他彻底忘记了他的计划。“和我的伤疤有什么关系？”
“什么？”荷米恩在他身后更急切地小声问。
“这可能吗？”马尔夫以一种带有敌意的快乐的语气说道；一些食死徒又大笑起来了，同时，在他们的笑声的保护下，哈利轻声对荷米恩说，“把书架推倒。”
“丹伯多从没有告诉过你？”马尔夫重复道。“好吧，这就解释了你为什么没有早早的来，波特，黑魔头想知道为什么—”
“—我说的是现在—”
“他在你的梦中展示给你那个预言的储藏之处后，你并没有跑来。他认为天生的好奇心会使你想听到准确的信息。”
“是这样的吗？”哈利说道。在他身后，他感觉到而不是听到荷米恩正在传递他的命令，同时，他也在维持着谈话，从而分散食死徒的注意力。“也就是说他想让我来这里拿到那个预言，是这样吧？为什么？”
“为什么？”马尔夫开心地说道。“因为唯一被允许从神秘事务司找回预言的人，波特，是那些预言中所提到的人，所以黑魔头试图借助他人把预言搞到手。”
“那为什么他想偷一个关于我的预言？”
“关于你们两个人的，波特，是你们两个人的。难道你就从来也不想知道为什么黑魔头要在你还是个婴儿的时候杀死你呢？”
哈利盯着马尔夫灰色的闪烁的眼睛。这个预言解释了哈利的双亲死去的原因，还是解释了他为什么会有那条闪电形的伤疤？这一切的大案都攥在他手中吗？
“有人做了一个关于我和伏地魔的预言？”他小声说，盯着卢修斯？马尔夫，他的手指紧紧握着被握热了的玻璃球。它还没有一个金色飞贼大，而且仍然覆盖着尘土。“他还是我来这儿帮他拿到这个？为什么他自己不来拿呢？”
“自己拿？”莱斯特兰尖声笑到。“在人们如此忽视他复活的时候，黑魔头闯入魔法部？当敖罗们正在费时间逮捕我的表弟的时候，黑魔头会使他自己暴露在敖罗手上吗？”
“所以，他让你们来帮他敢这些肮脏的勾当，是吗？”哈利说道。“就像他试图让Sturgis和Bode来偷预言一样。”
“非常棒，波特，非常棒。”马尔夫慢慢地说。“但是黑魔头知道你并不傻—”
“就现在！！”哈利喊道。
在他后面的五个不同的声音喊道：“粉身碎骨！”五个魔咒从五个不同的方向朝书架飞去，书架被粉碎了，上百个玻璃球摔碎在地上，泛着珍珠白色的人影从碎片中出现漂浮在空气中。他们的声音夹杂在玻璃和木头的破碎声中。
“快跑！”哈利喊道。随着架子的剧烈摇晃，更多的玻璃球从其上面滑落。它抓了荷米恩的长袍拉着他往前跑，并抬起胳膊保护着头不被架子和玻璃砸伤。一个食死徒从灰尘中出现，哈利狠狠地用胳膊肘打了他那带着面具的脸。他们都在喊叫着，有由于疼痛的哭泣声，有暑假到他的破碎声，也有从玻璃碎片中出现的预言家的古怪声音。
哈利发现他前面的路没有障碍，同时看到罗恩、金妮和璐娜超过了他，他们的胳膊也都抱着脑袋。某个很重的东西打在了他的背上，但他只是躲开它继续飞奔。一只手抓住了他的肩膀，他听到荷米恩吼道：“昏昏倒地！”那只手立即松开了他。
他们已经跑到第九十七排的排尾了，哈利向右转用心倾听着，他能听到在他后面的脚步声和荷米恩催促纳威跟上的声音。正前方，他们来时走过的门开了一条缝。哈利能看到闪闪发光的钟形玻璃盖子。他快速通过门口，预言仍旧紧紧地、安全地攥在他手里。他等到其他人都从门口通过，就要把门关上。
“门窗紧闭！”荷米恩气喘吁吁地说，于是们自己就关上了，并发出了一阵古怪的声响。
“其他人在哪—哪？”哈利喘着气说。
他一直以为罗恩、璐娜和金妮在他们前面，也就是说他们应该在这间屋里等着，但是那却一个人也没有。
“他们肯定是走错路了！”荷米恩满脸恐惧低声说。
“听！”纳威小声说。
脚步声和叫喊声从他们刚刚关死的门后传来。哈利把耳朵贴在门上，听到卢修斯？马尔夫在吼叫：“别管诺特了，我说别管他了，对于黑魔头来说，他受伤和丢失那个预言比起来根本就不算什么。Jugson回来，我们需要组织起来，我们分组行动！别忘了，对波特客气点儿直到我们拿到预言。如果有必要的话你们可以杀掉其他人。—Bellatrix, Rodolphus, 你们往左走；Grabbe,Rabstan,向右；Jungson,Dolohov,走正前面那个门；麦柯尼尔和埃弗里，从这儿走；卢克伍德，去那边；Mulciber跟我走！”
“我们该怎么办？”荷米恩问哈利，浑身打着颤。
“我们不能在这等着他们找到我们，”哈利说，“我们先从这扇门出去。”他们尽可能的敲敲地跑，经过微微发亮的钟罩，向通往房间最远端的圆形走廊的出口跑去。在他们马上就到娜的时候，哈利听到荷米恩刚刚用咒语锁上的门有剧烈的撞击声。
“让开！”一个粗野的声音说。
“阿拉霍洞开！”
当们被打开的时候，哈利、荷米恩和纳威钻到了桌子底下。他们能看到两个食死徒的长袍底儿正向他们迅速靠近。
“他们可能已经跑到走廊去了。”那个粗野的声音说。
“查查桌子底下，”另一个说。
哈利看到了食死徒的膝盖，从桌下抽出魔杖，喊道：“昏昏倒地！”
一束红光击中了邻近的食死徒，他向后倒去撞倒了一做老爷钟；然而，另一个食死徒跳到一边躲开了哈利的咒语，并用自己的魔杖指着荷米恩。而荷米恩正从桌子下爬出来以便能更好的瞄准。
“阿瓦达—-”
哈利从地上跃起抱住食死徒的膝盖，使他跌倒在地，咒语也没有瞄准。纳威由于急于帮忙撞翻了一个写字台，用自己的魔杖指着搏斗的人喊道：“除你武器！”
哈利和食死徒的魔杖从各自的手中飞出并向预言大厅的入口飞去；都爬着去见魔杖，食死徒在前，哈利拉着他的脚，纳威在后面，很明显对他刚才所做得十分震惊。
“离开那儿，哈利！”纳威吼道。很明显他决定弥补他的过失。
哈利猛地闪到一边，这时纳威再一次瞄准并喊道：“昏昏倒地！”
一道红光正好从食死徒肩头飞过集中了在墙上装着各种各样玻璃钟表的柜子。柜子掉在地上摔开了，里面的玻璃飞得到处都是，弹到墙上有掉下来摔碎了。
那个食死徒已经拣起了魔杖。哈利在那个人转过来的时候多到了另一张桌子下。那人的兜帽滑到了一边，所以他看不见了。他用另一只手把帽子扯下来，喊道：“昏昏倒—”
“昏昏倒地！”荷米恩喊道，她刚刚赶上来。一束红光正好击中了食死徒的胸部，他不动了，胳膊还举着，魔杖掉到了地上，随后他向后面的钟罩倒去。哈利本以为会听到一阵撞击声，因为那个人会撞在玻璃上并把罩子撞倒在地。但是结果却是：他的头穿过钟罩就好像钟罩是一个肥皂泡一样。他昏过去了，仰面朝天的躺在桌子上，他的头还在满是发光的气体里飘着。
“魔杖飞来！”荷米恩喊道。哈利的魔杖从一个黑暗的角落飞到她手里，荷米恩把魔杖扔给了他。
“谢谢，”他说，“好吧，我们离开—-”
“小心！”纳威害怕地说。他正盯着钟罩里面的头看。
他们三个都再一次举起魔杖，但没有一个念咒。他们都张着嘴，惊骇地盯着那个人的脑袋发生了什么？
它正快速的收缩，变得越来越光秃；黑头发缩进了头骨；他的面颊便光滑了；他的头顶被一层软毛覆盖着。
一个婴儿头正怪异的安在粗壮的、满是肌肉的食死徒的脖子上。他正在挣扎着站起来。即使是他们亲眼所见，他们也不敢相信，那颗头有膨胀到先前的比例；浓密的黑发又从头皮里和下巴钻了出来。
“这是时间，”荷米恩用一种敬畏的口气说，“时间——”
食死徒摇摇他那肮脏的头并试图挣脱出来，但在他把头拔出之前，他的又有变成了婴儿的了。
从邻近的一间屋里传来一阵吼叫声和破碎声。
“罗恩？”哈利吼道，迅速离开那怪异的变形场面。“金妮？璐娜？”
“哈利！”荷米恩惊叫道。
食死徒已经把他的头从钟罩里拔出来了。他的外表绝对是奇特的。他的婴儿头正大声哭喊着，而他粗壮的手臂正胡乱拍打着，差点儿打到哈利。哈利举起魔杖，但令他惊讶的是，荷米恩抓住他的手臂。
“你不能伤害一个婴儿！”
现在没有时间争论这一点。哈利能听到更多的脚步声并且越来越大，这时他意识到，他
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whine
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flailing
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moody
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darting
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touching
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growled
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| v.（动物）发狺狺声， （雷）作隆隆声( growl的过去式和过去分词 )；低声咆哮着说 | |
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| n.杀人者，杀人犯，杀手，屠杀者 | |
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| adj.极其痛苦的v.使极度痛苦(anguish的过去式) | |
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| adj.优美的，优雅的；得体的 | |
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| 混合，混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 )； 混进，与…交往[联系] | |
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