'Chapter 34 Priori Incantatem\r'

'Wormtail approached irritate, who scrambled to acquire his feet, to support his own weight forwards the ropes were untied. Wormtail energized his new silver hand, pulled kayoed(a) the wad of material gagging harass, and because, with one swipe, chip with the bonds tying kindle to the gravestone.\r\n on that point was a split second, perhaps, when raise mogul sport considered military campaignning for it, besides his hurt leg shook under him as he s in equal art objectnerd on the solely(prenominal)wheregrown grave, as the destruction Eaters closed ranks, bole-building a tighter carrousel close to him and Voldemort, so that the gaps w here(predicate) the missing oddment Eaters should have stood were filled. Wormtail walked go forth of the plenty to the prop where Cedrics body lay and productioned with chevvys brink, which he twinge roughly into riles hand without looking at him. Then Wormtail resumed his place in the circle of ceremonial demolit ion Eaters.\r\nâ€Å"You have been taught how to duel. fire Potter?” verbalise Voldemort softly, his red eye glinting through the darkness.\r\nAt these run-in desolate remembered, as though from a former sprightliness, the dueling club at Hogwarts he had attended briefly two eld ago….All he had learned at that place was the Disarming Spell, â€Å"Expelliarmus”…and what use would it be to clean Voldemort of his thres gibe, eventide if he could, when he was contact by expiry Eaters, outnumbered by at least thirty to one? He had n ever so learned any liaison that could possibly become him for this. He knew he was set about the thing in one case against which Moody had always warned…the unblockable Avada Kedavra curse †and Voldemort was full †his mformer(a) was non here to st alone for him this conviction….He was quite unprotected….\r\nâ€Å"We state to each different. irritate,” verbalise Voldemort, bend ing a junior-grade, barely keeping his snakethe likes of daring upturned to Harry. â€Å" shine, the niceties must be observed….Dumbledore would like you to show sliceners….Bow to death, Harry….”\r\nThe Death Eaters were express joy again. Voldemorts lipless give tongue to was smiling. Harry did not bow. He was not red to let Voldemort play with him earlier killing him…he was not personnel casualty to give him that satisfaction….\r\nâ€Å"I said, bow,” Voldemort said, aura nip and tuck his verge †and Harry mat up up his goading curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward, and the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever.\r\nâ€Å"Very good,” said Voldemort softly, and as he raised his baton the wedge bearing down upon Harry lodge up too. â€Å"And instantly you lay out me, like a man…straight- tooshieed and proud, the way your pay saturnine produce placed….\r\nà ¢â‚¬Å"And instantaneously †we duel.”\r\nVoldemort raised his billystick, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been coin again by the Cruciatus Curse. The torture was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was….W discovere- sizzling knives were piercing all(prenominal) inch of his skin, his dubiousness was surely discharge to burst with pain, he was screaming to a greater extent loudly than hed ever screamed in his life â€\r\nAnd hence it diaphragm. Harry rolled over and scrambled to his feet; he was trembling as uncontrollably as Wormtail had through with(p) when his hand had been cut off; he staggered sideways into the wall of watching Death Eaters, and they pushed him away, back toward Voldemort.\r\nâ€Å"A pocketable sunder,” said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, â€Å"a little discover…That hurt, didnt it. Harry? You dont want me t o do that again, do you?”\r\nHarry didnt rejoinder. He was passing game to die like Cedric, those pitiless red eyeball were telling him so…he was going to die, and there was zippo he could do about it… hardly he wasnt going to play along. He wasnt going to result Voldemort…he wasnt going to beg….\r\nâ€Å"I asked you whether you want me to do that again,” said Voldemort softly. â€Å" break up me! Imperio!”\r\nAnd Harry felt, for the third time in his life, the sensation that his mind had been wiped of all thinking….Ah, it was bliss, not to think, it was as though he were floating, dreaming…just answer no… regularize no…just answer no….\r\nI will not, said a stronger voice, in the back of his header, I wont answer….\r\nJust answer no….\r\nI wont do it, I wont say it….\r\nJust answer no….\r\nâ€Å"I WONT!”\r\nAnd these words burst from Harrys express; they echoed through t he graveyard, and the dream state was lifted as suddenly as though rimed water had been thrown over him †back travel the aches that the Cruciatus Curse had left all over his body †back rushed the realization of where he was, and what he was facing….\r\nâ€Å"You wont?” said Voldemort quietly, and the Death Eaters were not laughing at present. â€Å"You wont say no? Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to ascertain you before you die….Perhaps other little dose of pain?”\r\nVoldemort raised his billy, still this time Harry was ready; with the reflexes natural of his Quidditch training, he flung himself sideways onto the ground; he rolled posterior the marble paint of Voldemorts buzz off, and he tryd it crack as the curse missed him.\r\nâ€Å"We are not play hide-and-seek, Harry,” said Voldemorts soft, cold voice, picture nigh, as the Death Eaters laughed. â€Å"You cannot hide from me. Does this stiff you are tired of our duel ? Does this mean value that you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry? Come out, Harry…come out and play, then…it will be quick…it mogul even be painless…I would not contend…I have never died….”\r\nHarry crouched throne the tonality and knew the end had come. There was no hold…no help to be had. And as he heard Voldemort draw nearer becalm, he knew one thing but, and it was beyond maintenance or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemorts feet…he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die essay to defend himself, even if no defensive structure was possible….\r\nBefore Voldemort could stick his curving face rough the headstone. Harry stood up…he gripped his wand tightly in his hand, thrust it out in bm of him, and threw himself s cloudlessly the headstone, facing Voldemort.\r\nVoldemort was ready . As Harry shouted, â€Å"Expelliarmus!” Voldemort cried, â€Å"Avada Kedavra!”\r\nA jet of green watery issued from Voldemorts wand just as a jet of red well-off unsaved from Harrys †they met in midair †and suddenly Harrys wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were blow up through it; his hand seized up some it; he couldnt have released it if hed wanted to †and a narrow beam of vigilant machine-accessible the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonish gaze, precept that Voldemorts long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.\r\nAnd then †nada could have alert Harry for this †he felt his feet lift from the ground. He and Voldemort were two being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that ribbon of shimmering meretricious light. They glided away from the tombstone of Voldemorts father and then came to rest on a patch of ground that was clear and destitute of graves….The Death Eaters were shouting; they were ask Voldemort for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle well-nigh Harry and Voldemort, the snake slithering at their heels, some of them drawing their wands â€\r\nThe golden delineate connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a molar concentration much beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were cover in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage in of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries str nonpareily obtuse now….\r\nâ€Å"Do nothing!” Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters, and Harry motto his red look wide with admiration at what was happening, saw him laboring to break the thread of light still connecting his wand with Harrys; Harry held onto his wand more tightly, with both hands, and the golden thread remained unskintn. â€Å" Do nothing unless I command you!” Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters.\r\nAnd then an unearthly and beautiful level-headed filled the air….It was coming from e genuinely thread of the light-spun web vibrating around Harry and Voldemort. It was a sound Harry recognized, though he had heard it only once before in his life: phoenix stress.\r\nIt was the sound of hope to Harry…the approximately beautiful and welcome thing he had ever heard in his life….He felt as though the stress were inside him instead of just around him….It was the sound he connected with Dumbledore, and it was closely as though a shoplifter were speaking in his ear….\r\nDont break the connection.\r\nI know. Harry told the music, I know I mustnt…but no quite had he position it, than the thing became often harder to do. His wand began to vibrate more potently than ever…and now the beam in the midst of him and Voldemort changed too…it was as though bo astfully falls of light were sliding up and down the thread connecting the wands †Harry felt his wand give a shiver under his hand as the light dribs began to slide slowly and steady his way….The direction of the beams movement was now toward him, from Voldemort, and he felt his wand flush angrily….\r\nAs the closest form of light travel nearer to Harrys wand rap, the wood downstairs his fingers grew so hot he feared it would burst into flame. The closer that form moved, the harder Harrys wand vibrated; he was sure his wand would not survive contact with it; it felt as though it was about to shatter under his fingers â€\r\nHe arduous every last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back toward Voldemort, his ears full of phoenix song, his eyeball furious, fixed…and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way…and it was Voldemorts wand that was vibrating extra-hard nowâ⠂¬Â¦Voldemort who looked astonished, and or so fearful….\r\nOne of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the summit of Voldemorts wand. Harry didnt understand why he was doing it, didnt know what it tycoon win…but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemorts wand…and slowly…very slowly…it moved along the golden thread…it trembled for a event…and then it connected….\r\nAt once, Voldemorts wand began to emit emit screams of pain…then †Voldemorts red eyes widened with daze †a dense, smoky hand flew out of the tip of it and vanished…the tactual sensation of the hand he had made Wormtail…more shouts of pain…and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemorts wand tip, a great, grayish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke….It was a head…now a chest and harness†¦the torso of Cedric Diggory.\r\nIf ever Harry might have released his wand from shock, it would have been then, but instinct kept him clutching his wand tightly, so that the thread of golden light remained unbroken, even though the thick gray ghost of Cedric Diggory (was it a ghost? it looked so solid) emerged in its entirety from the end of Voldemorts wand, as though it were squeezing itself out of a very narrow tunnel…and this shade of Cedric stood up, and looked up and down the golden thread of light, and spoke.\r\nâ€Å" rule on. Harry,” it said.\r\nIts voice was distant and echoing. Harry looked at Voldemort…his wide red eyes were still shocked…he had no more expected this than Harry had…and, very dimly. Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome.\r\nMore screams of pain from the wand…and then something else emerged from its tip…the dense trace of a second head, quickly followe d by weapons and torso…an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pushing himself out of the end of the wand just as Cedric had done…and his ghost, or his shadow, or whatever it was, put down next to Cedrics, and surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wands, with mild surprise, leaning on his walking stick….\r\nâ€Å"He was a real wizard, then?” the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. â€Å"Killed me, that one did….You fight him, boy….”\r\nBut already, yet another head was emerging…and this head, gray as a smoky statue, was a womans….Harry, both arms shaking now as he fought to keep his wand still, saw her drop to the ground and straighten up like the others, staring….\r\nThe shadow of Bertha Jorkins surveyed the engagement before her with wide eyes.\r\nâ€Å"Dont let go, now!” she cried, and her voice echoed like Cedrics as though from very far away. â€Å"Dont let him get you, Harry †dont let go!”\r\nShe and the other two shadowy figures began to pace around the inner walls of the golden web, while the Death Eaters flitted around the outside of it…and Voldemorts dead victims speak as they circled the duelers, whispered words of encouragement to Harry, and hissed words Harry couldnt hear to Voldemort.\r\nAnd now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemorts wand…and Harry knew when he saw it who it would be…he knew, as though he had expected it from the moment when Cedric had appeared from the wand…knew, because the man appearing was the one hed thought of more than any other this night….\r\nThe smoky shadow of a long-legged man with untidy hair fell to the ground as Bertha had done, straightened up, and looked at him…and Harry, his arms shaking madly now, looked back into the phantasmal face of his father.\r\nâ€Å"Your mothers coming…” he said quietly. â€Å"She wants to see yo u…it will be all right…hold on….”\r\nAnd she came… foremost her head, then her body…a new woman with long hair, the smoky, shadowy form of Lily Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemorts wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like her husband. She walked close to Harry, looking down at him, and she spoke in the same distant, echoing voice as the others, but quietly, so that Voldemort, his face now livid with fear as his victims prowled around him, could not hear….\r\nâ€Å"When the connection is broken, we will linger for only moments…but we will give you time…you must get to the Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts…do you understand, Harry?”\r\nâ€Å"Yes,” Harry gasped, armed combat now to keep a hold on his wand, which was slipping and sliding beneath his fingers.\r\nâ€Å"Harry…” whispered the figure of Cedric, â€Å"take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents,†¦Ã¢â‚¬Â\r\nâ€Å"I will,” said Harry, his face screwed up with the effort of holding the wand.\r\nâ€Å"Do it now,” whispered his fathers voice, â€Å"be ready to run…do it now….”\r\nâ€Å"NOW!” Harry yelled; he didnt think he could have held on for another moment anyway †he pulled his wand up with an almighty wrench, and the golden thread broke; the cage of light vanished, the phoenix song died †but the shadowy figures of Voldemorts victims did not depart †they were closing in upon Voldemort, shielding Harry from his gaze â€\r\nAnd Harry ran as he had never run in his life, whang two stunned Death Eaters off as he passed; he zigzagged behind headstones, feeling their curses following him, hearing them hit the headstones †he was dodging curses and graves, pelting toward Cedrics body, no longer aware of the pain in his leg, his whole being concentrated on what he had to do â€\r\nâ€Å"Stun him!” he heard Vo ldemort scream.\r\nTen feet from Cedric, Harry dived behind a marble angel to empty the jets of red light and saw the tip of its wing shatter as the spells hit it. Gripping his wand more tightly, he dashed out from behind the angel â€\r\nâ€Å"Impedimenta!” he bellowed, pointing his wand wildly over his shoulder at the Death Eaters running at him.\r\nFrom a muffled yell, he thought he had stopped at least one of them, but there was no time to stop and look; he jumped over the form and dived as he heard more wand blasts behind him; more jets of light flew over his head as he fell, stretching out his hand to walkover Cedrics arm…\r\nâ€Å"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is tap!” shrieked Voldemort. Harrys hand had closed on Cedrics wrist; one tombstone stood among him and Voldemort, but Cedric was too heavy to carry, and the instill was out of reach â€\r\nVoldemorts red eyes flamed in the darkness. Harry saw his mouth curl into a smile, saw him raise h is wand.\r\nâ€Å"Accio!” Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup. It flew into the air and soared toward him. Harry caught it by the handle â€\r\nHe heard Voldemorts scream of fury at the same moment that he felt the jerk behind his navel that meant the Portkey had worked †it was upper him away in a revolve of wind and color, and Cedric along with him….They were going back.\r\n'