Harry Potter #5 Carry-On!

"Whats up with you?" she asked, spinning around to face him.

"I don't know." He said seriously, going to her bed and sitting down.

"Hermione stared. She had hoped to rage on at him, but that was when she expected him to fight her all the way. Suddenly, she felt an unexplainable urge to comfort him, and she went to her bed and hugged him.

"I wish I could help you. The only way I know how to even begin is to simply listen, and understand."

Harry felt a weight lifted from him.

"Do you remember the Department of Mysteries?"

Hermione would usually have made some comment about how she could possibly have ever forgotten that place, but she simply nodded. It was the shock of seeing him disclosing this information after months of his silence that made her pull away and listen to him intently.

"When Neville smashed the prophecy, I thought I had lost my chance, but I didn't care. I was glad only that Voldemort hadn't gotten hold of it. But what happened after all of that is much more than anyone except Dumbledore, me and some of the Order members know."

He paused to catch his breath.

"I ran after Bellatrix to kill her. I really wanted to. I used an unforgivable curse on her."

Hermione gasped, but Harry held up his hand.

"It didn't work, she simply stumbled and laughed" he recslled resentfully.

"Voldemort turned up right there and he tried to kill me. But, Dumbledore saved the day. I was then possessed by him and he (through my lips) coaxed Dumbledore to kill me. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Then I was in Dumbledores office. What I did there was unbelievable - Hermione, I almost attacked Dumbledore! I destroyed his office!"

Hermione looked horrified, but he had to finish.

"My point is, I heard the prophecy...I know what it says, and Dumbledore and I knew, now Mr and Mrs Weasely know, and Snape and Lupin.

"what did it say?" Hermione whispered, her voice high with fear.

"That one of us...must kill the other. Either I die, a victim of murder, or I live as a murderer...My life must either include, or end in murder. I am a marked man. I can't afford to build relationships and form attachments. That is the reason for my distance from you, Ron, everybody."

Harry looked up, Hermione was crying.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for bringing this burden upon you." He said pathetically.

"N-no, Harry, I am sorry for not being stronger, and I am sorry that you have to be in that skin, that you have to be you...I am sorry."

Harry sighed.

"Me too."

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(( that was a sad note to end on so....))

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"Hey, I'm flad you're here you know." Harry said nudging her.

"Me too."

"Harry..." It was Mrs Weasely "time for your lesson dear. Proffessor is downstairs..."

Harry groaned, and stood up.

"Oh Harry! Please couls I watch? Maybe try some of the things you are learning?"

She looked so magically intrigued it was hardly possible to say no.

"Sure, come on. Maybe you could do occlumency for me."

As HArry entered the large room downstairs, the billiards room equivelant, he saw Snape standing, hplding his wand ready. Instinctively, Harry withdrew his own.

"Potter. Stand here." He indicated a point in front of him. He curled his lip at Hermione. "Want to watch him make a fool of himself? Very well. Now, Potter. We will be performing some Occlumency, and dable with legilimency too."

Harry inhaled.

"Alright, one...two...three!"

Visions filled Harry's mind, and he could see Sirius falling through the vale. Pain blinded him, and his knees threatened to collapse but a movement in front of him caught his attention. Snape had winced, and had to hold onto the chair beside him. Sirius filled his mind again, and again the emotional torture returned. Again, Snape winced and collapsed slightly. Harry saw Hermione staring, but also saw Voldemort, felt the pain of being possessed by him...

"Protego!" he yelled, and Snape waved his wand. The shield charm vanished in front of him.

"It took too long." Snape was panting. "You let me get in too far, you are handing me weapons again! Now, legilimency. Let us see how you fair in that." He said, his lip curling.

Snape explained that with legilimency, you needed to look into the persons eyes, and keep eye contact. Utter legilimens and start projecting your mind into theirs.

Harry couldn't wait to get into Snapes mind.

"Miss Granger, since you are here, I am sure your mind will be easily breachable."

"What?"

"Harry will be breaking into my mind. I daresay Harry has seen enough of my mind, and I can't take any more of his. I will supervise."

Hermione shot Harry a glance as if to say, 'what! you've seen Snapes mind!?'

Hermione stood in front of Harry, looking worried, and Harry focused.

"legilimense." he spoke clearly, and he started to see colours and flashed. Hermione winced, and suddenly, Harry's mind was full of her parents, her being picked on...books...children...love. Lots of love."

Harry blinked, and the thread was broken.

"Woah!" Hermione screamed. She had hit the floor. Harry looked at Snape. Even he couldn't hide his astonishment at Harry doing it for the first time, on his first try.

As a means to save his pride, they did some more occlumency training, and Harry found himself exhausted by the end of it.

It was only a visit later from Lupin that cheered him up.

"Hi Harry." said Lupin as he came into the house. Good news, they have filled the DADA possition at your school. It's not me." He added as Harry began to smile.

"Oh." Harry said, sounding obviously very disappointed. "Who is it?"

"Well you will be glad to hear that it is not Professor Umbridge." He told Harry pleasantly.

Harry waited.

"I do think you will be pleased that Nyphora Tonks will be teaching." Harry's face seemed to brighten up.

"Nyphora, but she's not as experienced." He said.

"Ah, but dear Harry she has been through more difficult battles than you know." He said with a wink.

Harry was so excited for his classes this year. Knowing that Tonks would be there made him feel more secure.

"So have they placed her there since she's a part of the order?" Harry asked inquisitively.

"Well yes and no." Lupin answered, though not the answer Harry had expected.

"There are many things that she can teach you that I believe you will find helpful." He said.

"Dumbledore did feel it best to have a few other members from the order present just incase anything were to happen." He said.

"This is soley your battle Harry, but you will not do it alone." Lupin added.

Harry smiled.

(ooc: SORRY.....i've been REALLY busy at work...I want to write but I have no time 🙁 we are working 12 hour shifts.)

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The rst of the days leading up to the return to school were filled with the knowledge that Ron was not with them.

Often Harry found himself in Hermione's room. They would just sit there in silence, wondering what their dear friend was doing. Hermione glanced at Harry. She shed silent tears for him.

She was feeling sad because Ron wasn't there, and he was somwhere else...what would she dp if she couldn't see Harry ever again? What would she do if Harry died at the hands of Voldemort, and could never return?

The day that they were to return to hogwarts, Harry anf Hermione packed their suitcases quickly, eagar to leave the house and see Ron, Ginny, and the twins.

Harry had gone to the bathroom to wash his face, when suddenly, he felt the now familiar surge as he entered Voldemorts mind. Only this time it was different...Voldemort was looking directly at him.

"Well Hello Harry potter."

"Voldemort."

"It seems we have this very nice direct link to each other. A nice little thing, don't you think?"

"Go away. You have no power over me."

"Oh but I do...I have the power to make you feel, and the power to possess."

"Not me."

Harry felt himself being pulled into the mirror he was looking at. The glass bent, and he felt the cold covering him. Soon he was no longer behind the glass, and the real Voldemort stood before him...

Harry became all too aware that he was holding his wand. He didn't know how it had gotten there. He raised it slowly until it was chest height with Voldemort.

He laughed shrilly and turned his back towards him.

"Ah Harry, you must understand that there is something...some connection between us. I am not going to kill you. At least not right away."

"Well, then what do you want?" Harry asked sarcastically, already forming the spells for defense. His mind filled with Avada Kadavra.

"What's that Harry? Avada Kadavra?" Voldemort laughed again. "Well, I'd like to see that...go on. Do it."

Harry opened his mouth and formed the words. He was about to say the words when a voice flashed in his mind. Loud and powerful.

"Harry! No, stop."

Harry inhaled. It was Dumbledore.

"I can't locate you Harry, you need to come out the way you went in...hurry!"

"I won't kill you." harry said defiantly, searching for the mirror through which he had come.

"Ah...but what about your dear Godfather? Would you kill me for him?"

Harry turned on his head and strode towards the mirror on the back wall.

"Before you go Harry, know this...I'll be watching."

harry jumped through the glass and before he knew it, he was staring at the mirror - at Voldemort. The reflection was smiling at him. He saw flashes of his mother's death...his fathers...Sirius'...Cedrics. It was too much. Would all he ever see in the mirror be this?

He became aware suddenly that Dumbledore was in the room. Standing directly behind him. He spun, and a familiar surge erupted.

"Dumbledore!" he spat. The pain was unbearable, he was being tortured, cut open, and burned. |Red eyes were engufing him again. His mouth moved again.
"I told you that you would have to kill me..." The thig laughed, and then all was still. harry was lying on the floor, shivering and coughing. A taste of blood was in his mouth - a hot stream of it was running down his chin.

"Voldemort.." He shivered as Dumbledore helped him up.

"It is imperitive that you learn Occlumency Harry, before Voldemort learns of the prophecy. That is why, you will conduct every lesson henceforth....with me."

(((I am so sorry for all of the gramatical errors in that! OMG!)))

Harry was weak but tried to obey Dumbledore. As he looked at him he felt the need to strike at him, his body was far too weak to do so though.

"Harry we wont start the lessons until you've had some sleep." Dumbldore told him as he took a blanket from the corner and wrapped it around him.

**The knight bus appears outside**

Harry, and Dumbledore get on the knight bus where Hermoine had already been seated.

"Ay, it's 'Arry again." The driver said.

"No time for small talk, we're in a hurry." Dumbledore told him.

"ay, ay captain!" He said with a salute and off they went.

*Crack* They had arrived at their destination.

They all proceeded inside. They walked into the dining room and saw Ron, Ginny, Fred & George all sitting at the table.

They were about to greet Harry when Dumbledore silenced them.

"Arthur, I need you to help harry with his things." dumbledore said to mr. weasley.

After they had left Dumbledore was quick to tell the others matters of importance.

"I need you to stay with Harry and watch over him while he rests. You all need to take a different shift." Dumbledore said in a shattered voice.

Hermoine had never seen the headmaster look so terrified.

"There are some things I need to look into, promise me you won't leave his side....no matter what!" Dumbledore told them.

"We won't" They all said firmly.

Harry comes back downstairs to eat with the others.

*outside the dining room*

"Don't forget what we discussed!" Albus told Arthur.

"I wouldn't forget something as serious as this!" Arthur assured him.

Dumbledore tried to smile. He couldn't. He turned to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder.

"He cannot know Harry...he cannot."

Harry nodded. He knew what Dumbledore meant. He carried on,

"I must impress upon you Harry, be careful who you tell this to." He glanced at Hermione and smiled. Harry knew he was saying it was ok that he had told her about the prophecy. "But beware of...others..." Dumbledore glanced in the direction of Ron and the twins who did not see him.

Harry nodded his understanding with a heavy heart, and when Dumbledore turned to Hermione she did the same.

"Harry! what has been going on!? Why couldn't we come and see you?" Ron burse out before he had even welcomed Harry to his home.

"Well, boys I think you'd better go upstairs."
Said Mr Weasely with a sigh.

"But Dad, we need to ge to London, the train leaves in an hour."

"No. We will not be going to Hogwarts today. And we will certainly not be taking the Hogwarts express when we do."

Harry sighed. He wanted to forget about everything, just get back to school and be a normal boy. He knoew that could never happen, but he at least wanted the distraction of some school work.

Harry was helped upstairs and awoke on his bed in Rons room a couple of hours later, feeling very much alive and refreshed.

He went downstairs to find Sanpe sitting at the table.

"hi.." Harry said to the Weasely's who were all sitting around the table looking very sad and mortified. "What's happened?"

"Bellatrix has been found. They want you to go to her trial and talk about...about what happened...that day..." Hermione whispered.

Harry stared.

"The trial is tomorrow."

Theywanted him to face her? That woman who took away Sirius? How could he bear it? How could he manage?

He nodded and left the room. Swinging open the front door, he walked briskly out into the Weasely's front garden.

Tomorrow he would find out just how much self-restraint he had...because if today was any sighn, he was going to kill Bellatrix right where she stood.

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The day of the trial couldn’t have come soon enough for Harry. He was feeling so separated, closure was what he decided the trial was. His feelings of revenged had passed for now, and all he felt was a dread. Hermione and Ron had gone to school now, and were going to fill Neville in on all of the details concerning him.

Harry felt like he would never be as he once was. Dumbledore and he had forged a strange relationship from all of this (Harry seriously coming into the belief that he was the only one to have ever seen Dumbledore cry) and the relationships he had before seemed separate to him now.

Harry knew that he would be returning to the school straight after the trial and should bring his trunk with him. He packed them messily, along with the pieces of Sirius’ mirror, the marauders map and his father’s cloak – the three most important possessions he had. None other that Severus Snape escorted him to the trial. All of the Weasely’s were busy and it had been a personal request from Dumbledore. Harry obliged reluctantly.

The journey to the trial seemed to be long and pointless. Nothing was said and nothing was implied. The hall that Harry had his trial in the previous summer was larger than this one. Harry saw fewer faces, and they were less harsh too, as if the realisation of the return of Voldemort had erased the disgust and suspicion in them when they looked at him. Faces now were filled with a kind of awe at the sight of him.

The trial passed quickly until Bellatrix was brought forward. She smiled up at Harry in the high booth and mouthed the words ‘hello baby Potter!’

Harry seethed until he found a hand on his shoulder. It was Snape’s. Harry ignored it, for the hand was removed and Snape looked normal. Harry wondered if he had imagined it.

Harry had to, yet again, give a full account of what had happened, but he was surprised to find that he didn’t care. Why should he? He only cared before because they were of the same kind then, but now….

Harry’s return to the school was not as he had expected. He was going with Snape who had to make sure that he stayed in line. Harry could feel Voldemort all the time now. His scar was a pillow cushion and he tried to ignore it.

“Professor Dumbledore will be taking your Occlumency lessons now I believe…” Snape finally said.

“I believe so.” Harry said sarcastically, looking out the window of the train carriage once more.

“Let us hope you do better with him to watch you and nurture you.”

“And what is that supposed to mean, sir?”

“Only that perhaps he will be more to your tastes. You can’t pick and choose who you learn from.”

“I know. But I would rather die than take anything from you.”

Snape seemed taken aback by this comment for a while, and then he smiled.

“This is about your dear Godfather. Well, he is gone. No use to dwell on it. You are trying to get into the Academy for Auror training are you not?”

“Yes.”

“Well, potions is not accepted at remedial level there I’m afraid.”

“I won’t have remedial level, I promise you.”

“Your dear Godfather promised your parents to look after you when they died…promises can be broken…”

The train stopped and Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig and left.

Going up the stairs, he was confronted by Neville and Ron who looked frantic.

“Have you seen her?” Ron asked, grabbing Harry’s trunk and putting in down just inside the main doors.

“Who? Hermione? No.”

“She’s in the hospital wing! Something happened.”

Harry followed Ron and Neville into the hospital wing to find Hermione lying on the bed, blue and icy to the touch.

“She was practicing some sort of spell – said it would help you. They don’t know what it was yet.” Neville said nodding to the teachers grouped at the other ed of the room. “And Dumbledore isn’t here!”

“I do…” said Harry. He was surprised to find that he did know exactly what was wrong.

He walked to Madam Pomphrey and gave her the recipe for a small potion to reverse the effects of a communication spell.

“Potter, how did you know this!” Proff. McGonnogal said bewildered.

“Voldemort knew, and so did I.”

“This is very serious Harry, you need to master Occlumency!”

“I have,” he said. But I think that some things can be useful.

“Potter, put Sirius out of your mind.”

“There is no way you can tell me to do that Professor. If I thought you really wanted me to do that I would leave the magical world forever.”

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(lavi I am soooo sorry...I am without my home computer at the moment...as soon as it is up I will be writing again! 😄)

Its ok.

Poor me. I have given up on ppl.

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"potter, dont talk nonsense" snapped McGonagall
"you would not survive without magic, you cannot deny who you really are"

"well you can't tell me to forget sirius" harry snapped, once again feeling the anger bubble to the surface.

"im not telling you to forget him, but just to stop giving *she took a deep breath* Voldemort amunition to use against you, you are making yourself weak" she looked athim, and met his eyes, and for once she didnt look strict, but in her eyes, there was kindness, understanding and sympathy.

harry sighed "i hate feeling like this, i just wish that my life was simple"

they stood still for a while, neither talking, both imersed in their own thoughts. harry wanted to just curl up and sleep, and never wake up but he knew he had to face things.

"come on potter, lets go to the feast"

it was the last thing harry felt like doing, but reluctantly he followed professor McGonagall up to the great hall. he took a seat beside ron and began to eat in silence, dreading his occlumency lesswon that evening. his mind was full of worry for Hermione... he hoped she'd be ok..

( i did warn u that it would be lame)

((no way it was not lame, well done! I am so happy that someone actually bothered to join it! Yey! Thank you cheeky mom=nkey, keep adding! I will add some later!))

((ok, here we go.....))

Harry followed Proffessor McGonogal down the long main hall. It's enormity when empty was only magnified further by the dull clomp, clomp of Professor MoGonogals shoes.

Harry sighed, walking in silence until Professor McGonogal stopped and informed him that she would be going alone the rest if the way along another route, as she had some business to attend to.
He watched her go and saw her looking back several times to make sure that he had gone into the hall and was no longer looking at her.

Opening the huge doors, he saw a familiar sight. Everyone was there just as usual. They were sitting and laughing and eating and joking. How could they be doing these things? How could they be living lives of such joy when there was only pain and death?

Ron was sitting calmly at a table, laughing and joking with Seamus. This annoyed Harry.

his eyes fell upon Neville, and he smiled. Neville was looking as sombre as he was. Maybe Neville could understand what he was going through...

harry, seeing them all there, closed his eyes. He could not bear to see anyone, to talk. To answer frivilous questions.

He hads just resolved to leave quietly, when a hand landed on his shoulder.
"How'ye doin' 'arry!"

It was Hagrid. Harry's stomach churned.

"Fine."

"Well, I still know yer no' but I thought I migh' try to cheer ye up a bit."

Harry followed Hagrid into the gorunds. When they got closer to Hagrids hut, he saw, standing in the middle of the pumpkin patch, Buckbeak.

"Buckbeak!" Harry couldn't hide his joy. It was something that was left of Sirius."

"I wan' you ter look after 'im for me. I 'ave to go away again for a while."
"Harry would have protested, would have tried to diswade Hagrid from his intention, but he really wanted this opportunity. It would allow him to escape and be left alone.

"Ok, I'd like that."

"There is one other thing...Grawpy."

"Sure Hagrid, I'll wath him."

Hagrid left Harry there talking to Buckbeak.

"Hey boy. Have you missed me?"
The Hippogriff bowed his head in reply.

"I wish I could go for a ride boy, but I can't. I have to get to lessons."

Harry took out the time table he had been carrying in his pocket, and looked at it. His stomach lurched with anger. Potions. Snape. shit.

When Harry arrived, he was late. Everyone was there, and when he entered, everyone turned.

"Harry!" Ron called as he saw his friend.

Harry could not manage a smile. He simply turned his glance from Ron to Snape.

Snape made no move. For a split second they just stared. Harry's face he knew was an icy cold stare. Snape held one of uncomprehendible emotion.
Snape didn't even ask him to sit down. Harry simply did.

The lesson consisted of producing potions for secrets, diguised and confusion. Harry mastered these with ease.

He finished up and left the lesson and proceeded towards Defense against the dark arts.

He would need to master that one, he knew. To stay alive.

he wandered along the corridor towards defence against the dark arts in a daze. ron spent the whole way asking him what had happenned, and why he hadn't been allowed to go to grimmauld place. harry barely heard him... he was too busy trying to sort out the turmoil that was his emotions. he wished he could just get on buckbeak and fly away.
before he knew it he had reached the classroom. he wandered in, and took his seat at the back... he glanced beside him, and felt his heart sink even more when he realised that Hermione was still in the hospital wing.
he got out his books and resigned himself to another lesson where he would barely be able to concentrate.
the door opened and he glanced up... there stood Tooks, with bubblegum pink shoulderlength hair..... harry smiled for what seemed to be the first time in days... he had forgotten that Tonks was to be his new teacher.

"morning class.... my name is professor Tonks.. and i will be teaching you defence against the dark arts this year"
the class were staring at her with anticipation.... harry could tell that she wasnt what they were expecting.

"right... where shall we start... i assume that as you are all taking this subject for NEWT that you are all sufficiently accomplished in it"
"i think we will begin with going over some of the things you have learnt, we will begin with what you know about dark creature, then next lesson we will go over curses, then we will go onto counter jinxes. then i will start to teach you some more advanced spells"

the lesson went quite smoothly, harry found that he knew alot. for a while he had something to take his mind off things... the lesson seemed to end way too soon..... the class departed still discussin their new teacher.
harry took a short cut to the main hall, and wandered out to hagrids hut to visit Buckbeak.
he lost track of time, and just stood there stroking buckbeak, and telling him how he was feeling... it felt good to have a release from everything
"what am i going to do Beaky?" he wondered out loud.

he became aware that someone was stood behind him... he turned around to see dumbledore stood there, looking older than he'd ever seen him before........ once again he felt the anger, and the snake surge up inside him, and the desire to sink his fangs into him was almost too strong to bear.
"Harry, come, we must continue with your occlumeny, otherwise voldemort will have won ,and he will use you as a weapon"
harry forced down the hatred he was feeling, and followed dumbledore back towards the castle.

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"Yes...Sir."

The session went better than any of the others...ones with Proffessor Snape. But a laps in concentration found Harry once again on the floor, panting. He had seen images of his childhood flash through his mind. Dudley and his cruel tricks, being always alone in the dark...hunger, cold, and solitude. |Dumbledore had seen all of these things.

"Harry, here, let me help you up."

Dumbledore reached up and lifted Harry.

"What were those images, if I might ask?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore, and tried to read the expression on his face. Was it remorse? Regret? Sadness?

"Which one?"

"All of them. What and when were they."

"The first one (I think) was my cousine putting me into the rubbish bin at my primary school, the next was...um..." Harry paused, feeling ager rising. He hated the fact that he had always been the sad old victim "...um I don't know!"

He snapped and turned away.

"They were all memories of pain, weren't they?"

"So what."

"Is all you have pain? Did I not give you some pleasures when I sent you away?"

Harry felt tears rising. He hated that.

"No, not only bad things. I discovered a lot. I know a lot. And, despite the bad, I would rather have been close to my mother through her sister who hates me than to have no contact at all."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Let us try again. One two ...legilimens!"

Harry could not put up a fight. He gave in and soon he felt the floor beneath him. Dumbledore had come over to lift him up, and he was aware of that. But it was like he was looking through a disjoiinted tunnel. He had felt like this before.

Dumbledore bend low and stretched out a hand. Harry put his into Dumbledores...and then it happened.

The force took over him. It was blindingly hot, and Harry felt tears of white pin stain his cheeks.

In one quick movement, he had Dumbledore's throat. Dumbledore still had his hand, and did not flinch when attacked. Harry felt his feet lift off the ground along with Dumbledores.

"ha ha ha ha ha ha" Harry felt the low silent laugh of Voldemort penetrating his mouth. "Ah, cannot kill me again Dumbledore...?"

Harry noticed (in all of his agony) the sound of footsteps approaching. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, Snape and McGonogal in the entrance way. And he clearly heard an audible gasp from McGonogal as she watched the two above her.

White fire had erupted from both Harry's hand on |Dumbledore's neck and DUmbledore's hand on Harry's arm.

"I will never do it Tom. Give up."

"ha ha ha ha ha....learnt nothing Dumbledore?"

Harry felt pain, and suddenly for an instant he had control of his body, he yelled and looked at Dumbledore in agony. Dumbledore looked grave at this. Then suddenly, Voldemort as back.

"I can hurt him Dumbledore. You know I can."

Harry knew he had only to think of Voldemort to break free, to feel emotion and the thing would loosen his hold, but he had become numb. He could not will himself to feel anything.

The battle must ontinue he knew, only, he hoped the agony owuld not kill him.

"Proffessor, what shall I do!?" Cried McGonogal, but Snape had already jumped forward, and casting a levitation charm, he was not level with the two.

Snape made a flashing movement with his wand and Harry broke from |Dumbledore and fell to the ground. Snape flicked his wand and Harry landed gently.

Dumbledore landed soon too, and whispered somthing to Snape who stepped back agast.

In a fit of pain, he passed out.

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