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Book 6 - The Half Blood Prince

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THE OTHER MINISTERIt was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister wassitting alone in his office, reading a long memo thatwas slipping through his brain without leaving theslightest trace of meaning behind. He was waiting fora call from the President of a far distant country, andbetween wondering when the wretched man wouldtelephone, and trying to suppress unpleasantmemories of what had been a very long, tiring, anddifficult week, there was not much space in his headfor anything else. The more he attempted to focus onthe print on the page before him, the more clearly thePrime Minister could see the gloating face of one ofhis political opponents. This particular opponent hadappeared on the news that very day, not only toenumerate all the terrible things that had happenedin the last week (as though anyone needed reminding)but also to explain why each and every one of themwas the government’s fault.The Prime Minister’s pulse quickened at the verythought of these accusations, for they were neitherfair nor true. How on earth was his governmentP a g e | 2 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

supposed to have stopped that bridge collapsing? Itwas outrageous for anybody to suggest that they werenot spending enough on bridges. The bridge wasfewer than ten years old, and the best experts were ata loss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two,sending a dozen cars into the watery depths of theriver below. And how dare anyone suggest that it waslack of policemen that had resulted in those two verynasty and well-publicized murders? Or that thegovernment should have somehow foreseen the freakhurricane in the West Country that had caused somuch damage to both people and property? And wasit his fault that one of his Junior Ministers, HerbertChorley, had chosen this week to act so peculiarlythat he was now going to be spending a lot more timewith his family?“A grim mood has gripped the country,” the opponenthad concluded, barely concealing his own broad grin.And unfortunately, this was perfectly true. The PrimeMinister felt it himself; people really did seem moremiserable than usual. Even the weather was dismal;all this chilly mist in the middle of July. … It wasn’tright, it wasn’t normal. …He turned over the second page of the memo, sawhow much longer it went on, and gave it up as a badjob. Stretching his arms above his head he lookedaround his office mournfully. It was a handsomeroom, with a fine marble fireplace facing the long sashwindows, firmly closed against the unseasonablechill. With a slight shiver, the Prime Minister got upand moved over to the window, looking out at the thinmist that was pressing itself against the glass. It wasthen, as he stood with his back to the room, that heheard a soft cough behind him.P a g e | 3 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

He froze, nose to nose with his own scared-lookingreflection in the dark glass. He knew that cough. Hehad heard it before. He turned very slowly to face theempty room.“Hello?” he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.For a brief moment he allowed himself the impossiblehope that nobody would answer him. However, avoice responded at once, a crisp, decisive voice thatsounded as though it were reading a preparedstatement. It was coming — as the Prime Ministerhad known at the first cough — from the froglike littleman wearing a long silver wig who was depicted in asmall, dirty oil painting in the far corner of the room.“To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Urgent we meet.Kindly respond immediately. Sincerely, Fudge.”The man in the painting looked inquiringly at thePrime Minister.“Er,” said the Prime Minister, “listen. … It’s not a verygood time for me. … I’m waiting for a telephone call,you see … from the President of —”“That can be rearranged,” said the portrait at once.The Prime Minister’s heart sank. He had been afraidof that.“But I really was rather hoping to speak —”“We shall arrange for the President to forget to call.He will telephone tomorrow night instead,” said thelittle man. “Kindly respond immediately to Mr.Fudge.”“I … oh … very well,” said the Prime Minister weakly.“Yes, I’ll see Fudge.”P a g e | 4 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

He hurried back to his desk, straightening his tie ashe went. He had barely resumed his seat, andarranged his face into what he hoped was a relaxedand unfazed expression, when bright green flamesburst into life in the empty grate beneath his marblemantelpiece. He watched, trying not to betray a flickerof surprise or alarm, as a portly man appeared withinthe flames, spinning as fast as a top. Seconds later,he had climbed out onto a rather fine antique rug,brushing ash from the sleeves of his long pin-stripedcloak, a lime-green bowler hat in his hand.“Ah … Prime Minister,” said Cornelius Fudge, stridingforward with his hand outstretched. “Good to see youagain.”The Prime Minister could not honestly return thiscompliment, so said nothing at all. He was notremotely pleased to see Fudge, whose occasionalappearances, apart from being downright alarming inthemselves, generally meant that he was about tohear some very bad news. Furthermore, Fudge waslooking distinctly careworn. He was thinner, balder,and grayer, and his face had a crumpled look. ThePrime Minister had seen that kind of look inpoliticians before, and it never boded well.“How can I help you?” he said, shaking Fudge’s handvery briefly and gesturing toward the hardest of thechairs in front of the desk.“Difficult to know where to begin,” muttered Fudge,pulling up the chair, sitting down, and placing hisgreen bowler upon his knees. “What a week, what aweek …”“Had a bad one too, have you?” asked the PrimeMinister stiffly, hoping to convey by this that he hadP a g e | 5 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

quite enough on his plate already without any extrahelpings from Fudge.“Yes, of course,” said Fudge, rubbing his eyes wearilyand looking morosely at the Prime Minister. “I’ve beenhaving the same week you have, Prime Minister. TheBrockdale Bridge … the Bones and Vance murders …not to mention the ruckus in the West Country …”“You — er — your — I mean to say, some of yourpeople were — were involved in those — those things,were they?”Fudge fixed the Prime Minister with a rather sternlook. “Of course they were,” he said. “Surely you’verealized what’s going on?”“I …” hesitated the Prime Minister.It was precisely this sort of behavior that made himdislike Fudge’s visits so much. He was, after all, thePrime Minister and did not appreciate being made tofeel like an ignorant schoolboy. But of course, it hadbeen like this from his very first meeting with Fudgeon his very first evening as Prime Minister. Heremembered it as though it were yesterday and knewit would haunt him until his dying day.He had been standing alone in this very office,savoring the triumph that was his after so manyyears of dreaming and scheming, when he had hearda cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned tofind that ugly little portrait talking to him,announcing that the Minister of Magic was about toarrive and introduce himself.Naturally, he had thought that the long campaign andthe strain of the election had caused him to go mad.He had been utterly terrified to find a portrait talkingP a g e | 6 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

to him, though this had been nothing to how he feltwhen a self-proclaimed wizard had bounced out of thefireplace and shaken his hand. He had remainedspeechless throughout Fudge’s kindly explanationthat there were witches and wizards still living insecret all over the world and his reassurances that hewas not to bother his head about them as theMinistry of Magic took responsibility for the wholeWizarding community and prevented the non-magicalpopulation from getting wind of them. It was, saidFudge, a difficult job that encompassed everythingfrom regulations on responsible use of broomsticks tokeeping the dragon population under control (thePrime Minister remembered clutching the desk forsupport at this point). Fudge had then patted theshoulder of the still-dumbstruck Prime Minister in afatherly sort of way.“Not to worry,” he had said, “it’s odds-on you’ll neversee me again. I’ll only bother you if there’s somethingreally serious going on our end, something that’slikely to affect the Muggles — the non-magicalpopulation, I should say. Otherwise, it’s live and letlive. And I must say, you’re taking it a lot better thanyour predecessor. He tried to throw me out thewindow, thought I was a hoax planned by theopposition.”At this, the Prime Minister had found his voice at last.“You’re — you’re not a hoax, then?”It had been his last, desperate hope.“No,” said Fudge gently. “No, I’m afraid I’m not. Look.”And he had turned the Prime Minister’s teacup into agerbil.P a g e | 7 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“But,” said the Prime Minister breathlessly, watchinghis teacup chewing on the corner of his next speech,“but why — why has nobody told me — ?”“The Minister of Magic only reveals him- or herself tothe Muggle Prime Minister of the day,” said Fudge,poking his wand back inside his jacket. “We find itthe best way to maintain secrecy.”“But then,” bleated the Prime Minister, “why hasn’t aformer Prime Minister warned me — ?”At this, Fudge had actually laughed.“My dear Prime Minister, are you ever going to tellanybody?”Still chortling, Fudge had thrown some powder intothe fireplace, stepped into the emerald flames, andvanished with a whooshing sound. The PrimeMinister had stood there, quite motionless, andrealized that he would never, as long as he lived, daremention this encounter to a living soul, for who in thewide world would believe him?The shock had taken a little while to wear off. For atime, he had tried to convince himself that Fudge hadindeed been a hallucination brought on by lack ofsleep during his grueling election campaign. In a vainattempt to rid himself of all reminders of thisuncomfortable encounter, he had given the gerbil tohis delighted niece and instructed his privatesecretary to take down the portrait of the ugly littleman who had announced Fudge’s arrival. To thePrime Minister’s dismay, however, the portrait hadproved impossible to remove. When severalcarpenters, a builder or two, an art historian, and theChancellor of the Exchequer had all triedunsuccessfully to prise it from the wall, the PrimeP a g e | 8 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Minister had abandoned the attempt and simplyresolved to hope that the thing remained motionlessand silent for the rest of his term in office.Occasionally he could have sworn he saw out of thecorner of his eye the occupant of the paintingyawning, or else scratching his nose; even, once ortwice, simply walking out of his frame and leavingnothing but a stretch of muddy-brown canvas behind.However, he had trained himself not to look at thepicture very much, and always to tell himself firmlythat his eyes were playing tricks on him whenanything like this happened.Then, three years ago, on a night very like tonight, thePrime Minister had been alone in his office when theportrait had once again announced the imminentarrival of Fudge, who had burst out of the fireplace,sopping wet and in a state of considerable panic.Before the Prime Minister could ask why he wasdripping all over the Axminster, Fudge had startedranting about a prison the Prime Minister had neverheard of, a man named “Serious” Black, somethingthat sounded like “Hogwarts,” and a boy called HarryPotter, none of which made the remotest sense to thePrime Minister.“… I’ve just come from Azkaban,” Fudge had panted,tipping a large amount of water out of the rim of hisbowler hat into his pocket. “Middle of the North Sea,you know, nasty flight … the dementors are inuproar” — he shuddered — “they’ve never had abreakout before. Anyway, I had to come to you, PrimeMinister. Black’s a known Muggle killer and may beplanning to rejoin You-Know-Who. … But of course,you don’t even know who You-Know-Who is!” He hadgazed hopelessly at the Prime Minister for a moment,then said, “Well, sit down, sit down, I’d better fill youin. … Have a whiskey …”P a g e | 9 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

The Prime Minister rather resented being told to sitdown in his own office, let alone offered his ownwhiskey, but he sat nevertheless. Fudge pulled outhis wand, conjured two large glasses full of amberliquid out of thin air, pushed one of them into thePrime Minister’s hand, and drew up a chair.Fudge had talked for more than an hour. At onepoint, he had refused to say a certain name aloud andwrote it instead on a piece of parchment, which hehad thrust into the Prime Minister’s whiskey-freehand. When at last Fudge had stood up to leave, thePrime Minister had stood up too.“So you think that …” He had squinted down at thename in his left hand. “Lord Vol —”“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” snarled Fudge.“I’m sorry. … You think that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still alive, then?”“Well, Dumbledore says he is,” said Fudge, as he hadfastened his pin-striped cloak under his chin, “butwe’ve never found him. If you ask me, he’s notdangerous unless he’s got support, so it’s Black weought to be worrying about. You’ll put out thatwarning, then? Excellent. Well, I hope we don’t seeeach other again, Prime Minister! Good night.”But they had seen each other again. Less than a yearlater a harassed-looking Fudge had appeared out ofthin air in the cabinet room to inform the PrimeMinister that there had been a spot of bother at theKwidditch (or that was what it had sounded like)World Cup and that several Muggles had been“involved,” but that the Prime Minister was not toworry, the fact that You-Know-Who’s Mark had beenseen again meant nothing; Fudge was sure it was anP a g e | 10 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

isolated incident, and the Muggle Liaison Office wasdealing with all memory modifications as they spoke.“Oh, and I almost forgot,” Fudge had added. “We’reimporting three foreign dragons and a sphinx for theTriwizard Tournament, quite routine, but theDepartment for the Regulation and Control of MagicalCreatures tells me that it’s down in the rule book thatwe have to notify you if we’re bringing highlydangerous creatures into the country.”“I — what — dragons?” spluttered the Prime Minister.“Yes, three,” said Fudge. “And a sphinx. Well, goodday to you.”The Prime Minister had hoped beyond hope thatdragons and sphinxes would be the worst of it, butno. Less than two years later, Fudge had erupted outof the fire yet again, this time with the news thatthere had been a mass breakout from Azkaban.“A mass breakout?” repeated the Prime Ministerhoarsely.“No need to worry, no need to worry!” shouted Fudge,already with one foot in the flames. “We’ll have themrounded up in no time — just thought you ought toknow!”And before the Prime Minister could shout, “Now, waitjust one moment!” Fudge had vanished in a shower ofgreen sparks.Whatever the press and the opposition might say, thePrime Minister was not a foolish man. It had notescaped his notice that, despite Fudge’s assurancesat their first meeting, they were now seeing rather alot of each other, nor that Fudge was becoming moreP a g e | 11 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

flustered with each visit. Little though he liked tothink about the Minister of Magic (or, as he alwayscalled Fudge in his head, the Other Minister), thePrime Minister could not help but fear that the nexttime Fudge appeared it would be with graver newsstill. The sight, therefore, of Fudge stepping out of thefire once more, looking disheveled and fretful andsternly surprised that the Prime Minister did notknow exactly why he was there, was about the worstthing that had happened in the course of thisextremely gloomy week.“How should I know what’s going on in the — er —Wizarding community?” snapped the Prime Ministernow. “I have a country to run and quite enoughconcerns at the moment without —”“We have the same concerns,” Fudge interrupted.“The Brockdale Bridge didn’t wear out. That wasn’treally a hurricane. Those murders were not the workof Muggles. And Herbert Chorley’s family would besafer without him. We are currently makingarrangements to have him transferred to St. Mungo’sHospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. The moveshould be effected tonight.”“What do you … I’m afraid I … What?” blustered thePrime Minister.Fudge took a great, deep breath and said, “PrimeMinister, I am very sorry to have to tell you that he’sback. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back.”“Back? When you say ‘back’ … he’s alive? I mean —”The Prime Minister groped in his memory for thedetails of that horrible conversation of three yearspreviously, when Fudge had told him about thewizard who was feared above all others, the wizardP a g e | 12 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

who had committed a thousand terrible crimes beforehis mysterious disappearance fifteen years earlier.“Yes, alive,” said Fudge. “That is — I don’t know — isa man alive if he can’t be killed? I don’t reallyunderstand it, and Dumbledore won’t explainproperly — but anyway, he’s certainly got a body andis walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, forthe purposes of our discussion, yes, he’s alive.”The Prime Minister did not know what to say to this,but a persistent habit of wishing to appear well-informed on any subject that came up made him castaround for any details he could remember of theirprevious conversations.“Is Serious Black with — er — He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?”“Black? Black?” said Fudge distractedly, turning hisbowler rapidly in his fingers. “Sirius Black, youmean? Merlin’s beard, no. Black’s dead. Turns out wewere — er — mistaken about Black. He was innocentafter all. And he wasn’t in league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named either. I mean,” he added defensively,spinning the bowler hat still faster, “all the evidencepointed — we had more than fifty eyewitnesses — butanyway, as I say, he’s dead. Murdered, as a matter offact. On Ministry of Magic premises. There’s going tobe an inquiry, actually. …”To his great surprise, the Prime Minister felt a fleetingstab of pity for Fudge at this point. It was, however,eclipsed almost immediately by a glow of smugness atthe thought that, deficient though he himself mightbe in the area of materializing out of fireplaces, therehad never been a murder in any of the governmentdepartments under his charge. … Not yet, anyway …P a g e | 13 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

While the Prime Minister surreptitiously touched thewood of his desk, Fudge continued, “But Black’s by-the-by now. The point is, we’re at war, Prime Minister,and steps must be taken.”“At war?” repeated the Prime Minister nervously.“Surely that’s a little bit of an overstatement?”“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has now been joined bythose of his followers who broke out of Azkaban inJanuary,” said Fudge, speaking more and morerapidly and twirling his bowler so fast that it was alime-green blur. “Since they have moved into theopen, they have been wreaking havoc. The BrockdaleBridge — he did it, Prime Minister, he threatened amass Muggle killing unless I stood aside for him and—”“Good grief, so it’s your fault those people were killedand I’m having to answer questions about rustedrigging and corroded expansion joints and I don’tknow what else!” said the Prime Minister furiously.“My fault!” said Fudge, coloring up. “Are you sayingyou would have caved in to blackmail like that?”“Maybe not,” said the Prime Minister, standing upand striding about the room, “but I would have put allmy efforts into catching the blackmailer before hecommitted any such atrocity!”“Do you really think I wasn’t already making everyeffort?” demanded Fudge heatedly. “Every Auror inthe Ministry was — and is — trying to find him andround up his followers, but we happen to be talkingabout one of the most powerful wizards of all time, awizard who has eluded capture for almost threedecades!”P a g e | 14 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“So I suppose you’re going to tell me he caused thehurricane in the West Country too?” said the PrimeMinister, his temper rising with every pace he took. Itwas infuriating to discover the reason for all theseterrible disasters and not to be able to tell the public,almost worse than it being the government’s faultafter all.“That was no hurricane,” said Fudge miserably.“Excuse me!” barked the Prime Minister, nowpositively stamping up and down. “Trees uprooted,roofs ripped off, lampposts bent, horrible injuries —”“It was the Death Eaters,” said Fudge. “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s followers. And … and we suspectgiant involvement.”The Prime Minister stopped in his tracks as thoughhe had hit an invisible wall. “What involvement?”Fudge grimaced. “He used giants last time, when hewanted to go for the grand effect,” he said. “The Officeof Misinformation has been working around the clock,we’ve had teams of Obliviators out trying to modifythe memories of all the Muggles who saw what reallyhappened, we’ve got most of the Department for theRegulation and Control of Magical Creatures runningaround Somerset, but we can’t find the giant — it’sbeen a disaster.”“You don’t say!” said the Prime Minister furiously.“I won’t deny that morale is pretty low at theMinistry,” said Fudge. “What with all that, and thenlosing Amelia Bones.”“Losing who?”P a g e | 15 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“Amelia Bones. Head of the Department of MagicalLaw Enforcement. We think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have murdered her in person, becauseshe was a very gifted witch and — and all theevidence was that she put up a real fight.”Fudge cleared his throat and, with an effort, itseemed, stopped spinning his bowler hat.“But that murder was in the newspapers,” said thePrime Minister, momentarily diverted from his anger.“Our newspapers. Amelia Bones … it just said shewas a middle-aged woman who lived alone. It was a —a nasty killing, wasn’t it? It’s had rather a lot ofpublicity. The police are baffled, you see.”Fudge sighed. “Well, of course they are,” he said.“Killed in a room that was locked from the inside,wasn’t she? We, on the other hand, know exactly whodid it, not that that gets us any further towardcatching him. And then there was Emmeline Vance,maybe you didn’t hear about that one —”“Oh yes I did!” said the Prime Minister. “It happenedjust around the corner from here, as a matter of fact.The papers had a field day with it, ‘breakdown of lawand order in the Prime Minister’s backyard —’ ”“And as if all that wasn’t enough,” said Fudge, barelylistening to the Prime Minister, “we’ve got dementorsswarming all over the place, attacking people left,right, and center. …”Once upon a happier time this sentence would havebeen unintelligible to the Prime Minister, but he waswiser now.“I thought dementors guard the prisoners inAzkaban,” he said cautiously.P a g e | 16 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“They did,” said Fudge wearily. “But not anymore.They’ve deserted the prison and joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I won’t pretend that wasn’t a blow.”“But,” said the Prime Minister, with a sense ofdawning horror, “didn’t you tell me they’re thecreatures that drain hope and happiness out ofpeople?”“That’s right. And they’re breeding. That’s what’scausing all this mist.”The Prime Minister sank, weak-kneed, into thenearest chair. The idea of invisible creatures swoopingthrough the towns and countryside, spreadingdespair and hopelessness in his voters, made him feelquite faint.“Now see here, Fudge — you’ve got to do something!It’s your responsibility as Minister of Magic!”“My dear Prime Minister, you can’t honestly think I’mstill Minister of Magic after all this? I was sackedthree days ago! The whole Wizarding community hasbeen screaming for my resignation for a fortnight. I’venever known them so united in my whole term ofoffice!” said Fudge, with a brave attempt at a smile.The Prime Minister was momentarily lost for words.Despite his indignation at the position into which hehad been placed, he still rather felt for the shrunken-looking man sitting opposite him.“I’m very sorry,” he said finally. “If there’s anything Ican do?”“It’s very kind of you, Prime Minister, but there isnothing. I was sent here tonight to bring you up todate on recent events and to introduce you to myP a g e | 17 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

successor. I rather thought he’d be here by now, butof course, he’s very busy at the moment, with somuch going on.”Fudge looked around at the portrait of the ugly littleman wearing the long curly silver wig, who wasdigging in his ear with the point of a quill. CatchingFudge’s eye, the portrait said, “He’ll be here in amoment, he’s just finishing a letter to Dumbledore.”“I wish him luck,” said Fudge, sounding bitter for thefirst time. “I’ve been writing to Dumbledore twice aday for the past fortnight, but he won’t budge. If he’djust been prepared to persuade the boy, I might stillbe … Well, maybe Scrimgeour will have moresuccess.”Fudge subsided into what was clearly an aggrievedsilence, but it was broken almost immediately by theportrait, which suddenly spoke in its crisp, officialvoice.“To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Requesting ameeting. Urgent. Kindly respond immediately. RufusScrimgeour, Minister of Magic.”“Yes, yes, fine,” said the Prime Minister distractedly,and he barely flinched as the flames in the grateturned emerald green again, rose up, and revealed asecond spinning wizard in their heart, disgorging himmoments later onto the antique rug.Fudge got to his feet and, after a moment’s hesitation,the Prime Minister did the same, watching the newarrival straighten up, dust down his long black robes,and look around.The Prime Minister’s first, foolish thought was thatRufus Scrimgeour looked rather like an old lion.P a g e | 18 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

There were streaks of gray in his mane of tawny hairand his bushy eyebrows; he had keen yellowish eyesbehind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certainrangy, loping grace even though he walked with aslight limp. There was an immediate impression ofshrewdness and toughness; the Prime Ministerthought he understood why the Wizarding communitypreferred Scrimgeour to Fudge as a leader in thesedangerous times.“How do you do?” said the Prime Minister politely,holding out his hand.Scrimgeour grasped it briefly, his eyes scanning theroom, then pulled out a wand from under his robes.“Fudge told you everything?” he asked, striding overto the door and tapping the keyhole with his wand.The Prime Minister heard the lock click.“Er — yes,” said the Prime Minister. “And if you don’tmind, I’d rather that door remained unlocked.”“I’d rather not be interrupted,” said Scrimgeourshortly, “or watched,” he added, pointing his wand atthe windows, so that the curtains swept across them.“Right, well, I’m a busy man, so let’s get down tobusiness. First of all, we need to discuss yoursecurity.”The Prime Minister drew himself up to his fullestheight and replied, “I am perfectly happy with thesecurity I’ve already got, thank you very —”“Well, we’re not,” Scrimgeour cut in. “It’ll be a poorlookout for the Muggles if their Prime Minister getsput under the Imperius Curse. The new secretary inyour outer office —”P a g e | 19 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“I’m not getting rid of Kingsley Shacklebolt, if that’swhat you’re suggesting!” said the Prime Ministerhotly. “He’s highly efficient, gets through twice thework the rest of them —”“That’s because he’s a wizard,” said Scrimgeour,without a flicker of a smile. “A highly trained Auror,who has been assigned to you for your protection.”“Now, wait a moment!” declared the Prime Minister.“You can’t just put your people into my office, I decidewho works for me —”“I thought you were happy with Shacklebolt?” saidScrimgeour coldly.“I am — that’s to say, I was —”“Then there’s no problem, is there?” said Scrimgeour.“I … well, as long as Shacklebolt’s work continues tobe … er … excellent,” said the Prime Minister lamely,but Scrimgeour barely seemed to hear him.“Now, about Herbert Chorley, your Junior Minister,”he continued. “The one who has been entertaining thepublic by impersonating a duck.”“What about him?” asked the Prime Minister.“He has clearly reacted to a poorly performedImperius Curse,” said Scrimgeour. “It’s addled hisbrains, but he could still be dangerous.”“He’s only quacking!” said the Prime Minister weakly.“Surely a bit of a rest … Maybe go easy on the drink…”P a g e | 20 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“A team of Healers from St. Mungo’s Hospital forMagical Maladies and Injuries are examining him aswe speak. So far he has attempted to strangle three ofthem,” said Scrimgeour. “I think it best that weremove him from Muggle society for a while.”“I … well … He’ll be all right, won’t he?” said thePrime Minister anxiously.Scrimgeour merely shrugged, already moving backtoward the fireplace.“Well, that’s really all I had to say. I will keep youposted of developments, Prime Minister — or, at least,I shall probably be too busy to come personally, inwhich case I shall send Fudge here. He has consentedto stay on in an advisory capacity.”Fudge attempted to smile, but was unsuccessful; hemerely looked as though he had a toothache.Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pocket forthe mysterious powder that turned the fire green. ThePrime Minister gazed hopelessly at the pair of themfor a moment, then the words he had fought tosuppress all evening burst from him at last.“But for heaven’s sake — you’re wizards! You can domagic! Surely you can sort out — well — anything!”Scrimgeour turned slowly on the spot and exchangedan incredulous look with Fudge, who really didmanage a smile this time as he said kindly, “Thetrouble is, the other side can do magic too, PrimeMinister.”And with that, the two wizards stepped one after theother into the bright green fire and vanished.P a g e | 21 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

SPINNER’S ENDMany miles away the chilly mist that had pressedagainst the Prime Minister’s windows drifted over adirty river that wound between overgrown, rubbish-strewn banks. An immense chimney, relic of adisused mill, reared up, shadowy and ominous. Therewas no sound apart from the whisper of the blackwater and no sign of life apart from a scrawny fox thathad slunk down the bank to nose hopefully at someold fish-and-chip wrappings in the tall grass.But then, with a very faint pop, a slim, hooded figureappeared out of thin air on the edge of the river. Thefox froze, wary eyes fixed upon this strange newphenomenon. The figure seemed to take its bearingsfor a few moments, then set off with light, quickstrides, its long cloak rustling over the grass.With a second and louder pop, another hooded figurematerialized.“Wait!”P a g e | 22 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

The harsh cry startled the fox, now crouching almostflat in the undergrowth. It leapt from its hiding placeand up the bank. There was a flash of green light, ayelp, and the fox fell back to the ground, dead.The second figure turned over the animal with its toe.“Just a fox,” said a woman’s voice dismissively fromunder the hood. “I thought perhaps an Auror —Cissy, wait!”But her quarry, who had paused and looked back atthe flash of light, was already scrambling up the bankthe fox had just fallen down.“Cissy — Narcissa — listen to me —”The second woman caught the first and seized herarm, but the other wrenched it away.“Go back, Bella!”“You must listen to me!”“I’ve listened already. I’ve made my decision. Leave mealone!”The woman named Narcissa gained the top of thebank, where a line of old railings separated the riverfrom a narrow, cobbled street. The other woman,Bella, followed at once. Side by side they stoodlooking across the road at the rows and rows ofdilapidated brick houses, their windows dull andblind in the darkness.“He lives here?” asked Bella in a voice of contempt.“Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the firstof our kind ever to set foot —”P a g e | 23 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

But Narcissa was not listening; she had slippedthrough a gap in the rusty railings and was alreadyhurrying across the road.“Cissy, wait!”Bella followed, her cloak streaming behind, and sawNarcissa darting through an alley between the housesinto a second, almost identical street. Some of thestreetlamps were broken; the two women wererunning between patches of light and deep darkness.The pursuer caught up with her prey just as sheturned another corner, this time succeeding incatching hold of her arm and swinging her around sothat they faced each other.“Cissy, you must not do this, you can’t trust him —”“The Dark Lord trusts him, doesn’t he?”“The Dark Lord is … I believe … mistaken,” Bellapanted, and her eyes gleamed momentarily under herhood as she looked around to check that they wereindeed alone. “In any case, we were told not to speakof the plan to anyone. This is a betrayal of the DarkLord’s —”“Let go, Bella!” snarled Narcissa, and she drew awand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateninglyin the other’s face. Bella merely laughed.“Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn’t —”“There is nothing I wouldn’t do anymore!” Narcissabreathed, a note of hysteria in her voice, and as shebrought down the wand like a knife, there wasanother flash of light. Bella let go of her sister’s armas though burned.P a g e | 24 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“Narcissa!”But Narcissa had rushed ahead. Rubbing her hand,her pursuer followed again, keeping her distance now,as they moved deeper into the deserted labyrinth ofbrick houses. At last, Narcissa hurried up a streetnamed Spinner’s End, over which the towering millchimney seemed to hover like a giant admonitoryfinger. Her footsteps echoed on the cobbles as shepassed boarded and broken windows, until shereached the very last house, where a dim lightglimmered through the curtains in a downstairsroom.She had knocked on the door before Bella, cursingunder her breath, had caught up. Together they stoodwaiting, panting slightly, breathing in the smell of thedirty river that was carried to them on the nightbreeze. After a few seconds, they heard movementbehind the door and it opened a crack. A sliver of aman could be seen looking out at them, a man withlong black hair parted in curtains around a sallowface and black eyes.Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale thatshe seemed to shine in the darkness; the long blondehair streaming down her back gave her the look of adrowned person.“Narcissa!” said the man, opening the door a littlewider, so that the light fell upon her and her sistertoo. “What a pleasant surprise!”“Severus,” she said in a strained whisper. “May Ispeak to you? It’s urgent.”“But of course.”P a g e | 25 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

He stood back to allow her to pass him into thehouse. Her still-hooded sister followed withoutinvitation.“Snape,” she said curtly as she passed him.“Bellatrix,” he replied, his thin mouth curling into aslightly mocking smile as he closed the door with asnap behind them.They had stepped directly into a tiny sitting room,which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The wallswere completely covered in books, most of thembound in old black or brown leather; a threadbaresofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stoodgrouped together in a pool of dim light cast by acandle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The placehad an air of neglect, as though it was not usuallyinhabited.Snape gestured Narcissa to the sofa. She threw offher cloak, cast it aside, and sat down, staring at herwhite and trembling hands clasped in her lap.Bellatrix lowered her hood more slowly. Dark as hersister was fair, with heavily lidded eyes and a strongjaw, she did not take her gaze from Snape as shemoved to stand behind Narcissa.“So, what can I do for you?” Snape asked, settlinghimself in the armchair opposite the two sisters.“We … we are alone, aren’t we?” Narcissa askedquietly.“Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail’s here, but we’re notcounting vermin, are we?”He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind himand with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing aP a g e | 26 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

narrow staircase upon which a small man stoodfrozen.“As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we haveguests,” said Snape lazily.The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few stepsand moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes,a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. Hisleft hand was caressing his right, which looked asthough it was encased in a bright silver glove.“Narcissa!” he said, in a squeaky voice. “And Bellatrix!How charming —”“Wormtail will get us drinks, if you’d like them,” saidSnape. “And then he will return to his bedroom.”Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrownsomething at him.“I am not your servant!” he squeaked, avoidingSnape’s eye.“Really? I was under the impression that the DarkLord placed you here to assist me.”“To assist, yes — but not to make you drinks and —and clean your house!”“I had no idea, Wormtail, that you were craving moredangerous assignments,” said Snape silkily. “This canbe easily arranged: I shall speak to the Dark Lord —”“I can speak to him myself if I want to!”“Of course you can,” said Snape, sneering. “But in themeantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made winewill do.”P a g e | 27 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Wormtail hesitated for a moment, looking as thoughhe might argue, but then turned and headed througha second hidden door. They heard banging and aclinking of glasses. Within seconds he was back,bearing a dusty bottle and three glasses upon a tray.He dropped these on the rickety table and scurriedfrom their presence, slamming the book-covered doorbehind him.Snape poured out three glasses of bloodred wine andhanded two of them to the sisters. Narcissamurmured a word of thanks, whilst Bellatrix saidnothing, but continued to glower at Snape. This didnot seem to discompose him; on the contrary, helooked rather amused.“The Dark Lord,” he said, raising his glass anddraining it.The sisters copied him. Snape refilled their glasses.As Narcissa took her second drink she said in a rush,“Severus, I’m sorry to come here like this, but I had tosee you. I think you are the only one who can help me—”Snape held up a hand to stop her, then pointed hiswand again at the concealed staircase door. Therewas a loud bang and a squeal, followed by the soundof Wormtail scurrying back up the stairs.“My apologies,” said Snape. “He has lately taken tolistening at doors, I don’t know what he means by it.… You were saying, Narcissa?”She took a great, shuddering breath and startedagain.“Severus, I know I ought not to be here, I have beentold to say nothing to anyone, but —”P a g e | 28 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“Then you ought to hold your tongue!” snarledBellatrix. “Particularly in present company!”“ ‘Present company’?” repeated Snape sardonically.“And what am I to understand by that, Bellatrix?”“That I don’t trust you, Snape, as you very wellknow!”Narcissa let out a noise that might have been a drysob and covered her face with her hands. Snape sethis glass down upon the table and sat back again, hishands upon the arms of his chair, smiling intoBellatrix’s glowering face.“Narcissa, I think we ought to hear what Bellatrix isbursting to say; it will save tedious interruptions.Well, continue, Bellatrix,” said Snape. “Why is it thatyou do not trust me?”“A hundred reasons!” she said loudly, striding outfrom behind the sofa to slam her glass upon the table.“Where to start! Where were you when the Dark Lordfell? Why did you never make any attempt to find himwhen he vanished? What have you been doing allthese years that you’ve lived in Dumbledore’s pocket?Why did you stop the Dark Lord procuring theSorcerer’s Stone? Why did you not return at oncewhen the Dark Lord was reborn? Where were you afew weeks ago when we battled to retrieve theprophecy for the Dark Lord? And why, Snape, isHarry Potter still alive, when you have had him atyour mercy for five years?”She paused, her chest rising and falling rapidly, thecolor high in her cheeks. Behind her, Narcissa satmotionless, her face still hidden in her hands.Snape smiled.P a g e | 29 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“Before I answer you — oh yes, Bellatrix, I am goingto answer! You can carry my words back to the otherswho whisper behind my back, and carry false tales ofmy treachery to the Dark Lord! Before I answer you, Isay, let me ask a question in turn. Do you really thinkthat the Dark Lord has not asked me each and everyone of those questions? And do you really think that,had I not been able to give satisfactory answers, Iwould be sitting here talking to you?”She hesitated.“I know he believes you, but …”“You think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehowhoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatestwizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the worldhas ever seen?”Bellatrix said nothing, but looked, for the first time, alittle discomfited. Snape did not press the point. Hepicked up his drink again, sipped it, and continued,“You ask where I was when the Dark Lord fell. I waswhere he had ordered me to be, at Hogwarts School ofWitchcraft and Wizardry, because he wished me tospy upon Albus Dumbledore. You know, I presume,that it was on the Dark Lord’s orders that I took upthe post?”She nodded almost imperceptibly and then openedher mouth, but Snape forestalled her.“You ask why I did not attempt to find him when hevanished. For the same reason that Avery, Yaxley, theCarrows, Greyback, Lucius” — he inclined his headslightly to Narcissa — “and many others did notattempt to find him. I believed him finished. I am notproud of it, I was wrong, but there it is. … If he hadP a g e | 30 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

not forgiven we who lost faith at that time, he wouldhave very few followers left.”“He’d have me!” said Bellatrix passionately. “I, whospent many years in Azkaban for him!”“Yes, indeed, most admirable,” said Snape in a boredvoice. “Of course, you weren’t a lot of use to him inprison, but the gesture was undoubtedly fine —”“Gesture!” she shrieked; in her fury she lookedslightly mad. “While I endured the dementors, youremained at Hogwarts, comfortably playingDumbledore’s pet!”“Not quite,” said Snape calmly. “He wouldn’t give methe Defense Against the Dark Arts job, you know.Seemed to think it might, ah, bring about a relapse …tempt me into my old ways.”“This was your sacrifice for the Dark Lord, not toteach your favorite subject?” she jeered. “Why did youstay there all that time, Snape? Still spying onDumbledore for a master you believed dead?”“Hardly,” said Snape, “although the Dark Lord ispleased that I never deserted my post: I had sixteenyears of information on Dumbledore to give him whenhe returned, a rather more useful welcome-backpresent than endless reminiscences of howunpleasant Azkaban is. …”“But you stayed —”“Yes, Bellatrix, I stayed,” said Snape, betraying a hintof impatience for the first time. “I had a comfortablejob that I preferred to a stint in Azkaban. They wererounding up the Death Eaters, you know.Dumbledore’s protection kept me out of jail; it wasP a g e | 31 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

most convenient and I used it. I repeat: The DarkLord does not complain that I stayed, so I do not seewhy you do.“I think you next wanted to know,” he pressed on, alittle more loudly, for Bellatrix showed every sign ofinterrupting, “why I stood between the Dark Lord andthe Sorcerer’s Stone. That is easily answered. He didnot know whether he could trust me. He thought, likeyou, that I had turned from faithful Death Eater toDumbledore’s stooge. He was in a pitiable condition,very weak, sharing the body of a mediocre wizard. Hedid not dare reveal himself to a former ally if that allymight turn him over to Dumbledore or the Ministry. Ideeply regret that he did not trust me. He would havereturned to power three years sooner. As it was, I sawonly greedy and unworthy Quirrell attempting to stealthe stone and, I admit, I did all I could to thwart him.”Bellatrix’s mouth twisted as though she had taken anunpleasant dose of medicine.“But you didn’t return when he came back, you didn’tfly back to him at once when you felt the Dark Markburn —”“Correct. I returned two hours later. I returned onDumbledore’s orders.”“On Dumbledore’s — ?” she began, in tones ofoutrage.“Think!” said Snape, impatient again. “Think! Bywaiting two hours, just two hours, I ensured that Icould remain at Hogwarts as a spy! By allowingDumbledore to think that I was only returning to theDark Lord’s side because I was ordered to, I havebeen able to pass information on Dumbledore and theOrder of the Phoenix ever since! Consider, Bellatrix:P a g e | 32 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

The Dark Mark had been growing stronger formonths. I knew he must be about to return, all theDeath Eaters knew! I had plenty of time to thinkabout what I wanted to do, to plan my next move, toescape like Karkaroff, didn’t I?“The Dark Lord’s initial displeasure at my latenessvanished entirely, I assure you, when I explained thatI remained faithful, although Dumbledore thought Iwas his man. Yes, the Dark Lord thought that I hadleft him forever, but he was wrong.”“But what use have you been?” sneered Bellatrix.“What useful information have we had from you?”“My information has been conveyed directly to theDark Lord,” said Snape. “If he chooses not to share itwith you —”“He shares everything with me!” said Bellatrix, firingup at once. “He calls me his most loyal, his mostfaithful —”“Does he?” said Snape, his voice delicately inflected tosuggest his disbelief. “Does he still, after the fiasco atthe Ministry?”“That was not my fault!” said Bellatrix, flushing. “TheDark Lord has, in the past, entrusted me with hismost precious — if Lucius hadn’t —”“Don’t you dare — don’t you dare blame myhusband!” said Narcissa, in a low and deadly voice,looking up at her sister.“There is no point apportioning blame,” said Snapesmoothly. “What is done, is done.”P a g e | 33 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“But not by you!” said Bellatrix furiously. “No, youwere once again absent while the rest of us randangers, were you not, Snape?”“My orders were to remain behind,” said Snape.“Perhaps you disagree with the Dark Lord, perhapsyou think that Dumbledore would not have noticed ifI had joined forces with the Death Eaters to fight theOrder of the Phoenix? And — forgive me — you speakof dangers … you were facing six teenagers, were younot?”“They were joined, as you very well know, by half ofthe Order before long!” snarled Bellatrix. “And, whilewe are on the subject of the Order, you still claim youcannot reveal the whereabouts of their headquarters,don’t you?”“I am not the Secret-Keeper; I cannot speak the nameof the place. You understand how the enchantmentworks, I think? The Dark Lord is satisfied with theinformation I have passed him on the Order. It led, asperhaps you have guessed, to the recent capture andmurder of Emmeline Vance, and it certainly helpeddispose of Sirius Black, though I give you full creditfor finishing him off.”He inclined his head and toasted her. Her expressiondid not soften.“You are avoiding my last question, Snape. HarryPotter. You could have killed him at any point in thepast five years. You have not done it. Why?”“Have you discussed this matter with the Dark Lord?”asked Snape.“He … lately, we … I am asking you, Snape!”P a g e | 34 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“If I had murdered Harry Potter, the Dark Lord couldnot have used his blood to regenerate, making himinvincible —”“You claim you foresaw his use of the boy!” shejeered.“I do not claim it; I had no idea of his plans; I havealready confessed that I thought the Dark Lord dead.I am merely trying to explain why the Dark Lord isnot sorry that Potter survived, at least until a yearago. …”“But why did you keep him alive?”“Have you not understood me? It was onlyDumbledore’s protection that was keeping me out ofAzkaban! Do you disagree that murdering his favoritestudent might have turned him against me? But therewas more to it than that. I should remind you thatwhen Potter first arrived at Hogwarts there were stillmany stories circulating about him, rumors that hehimself was a great Dark wizard, which was how hehad survived the Dark Lord’s attack. Indeed, many ofthe Dark Lord’s old followers thought Potter might bea standard around which we could all rally oncemore. I was curious, I admit it, and not at all inclinedto murder him the moment he set foot in the castle.“Of course, it became apparent to me very quicklythat he had no extraordinary talent at all. He hasfought his way out of a number of tight corners by asimple combination of sheer luck and more talentedfriends. He is mediocre to the last degree, though asobnoxious and self-satisfied as was his father beforehim. I have done my utmost to have him thrown outof Hogwarts, where I believe he scarcely belongs, butkill him, or allow him to be killed in front of me? IP a g e | 35 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

would have been a fool to risk it with Dumbledoreclose at hand.”“And through all this we are supposed to believeDumbledore has never suspected you?” askedBellatrix. “He has no idea of your true allegiance, hetrusts you implicitly still?”“I have played my part well,” said Snape. “And youoverlook Dumbledore’s greatest weakness: He has tobelieve the best of people. I spun him a tale of deepestremorse when I joined his staff, fresh from my DeathEater days, and he embraced me with open arms —though, as I say, never allowing me nearer the DarkArts than he could help. Dumbledore has been agreat wizard — oh yes, he has,” (for Bellatrix hadmade a scathing noise), “the Dark Lord acknowledgesit. I am pleased to say, however, that Dumbledore isgrowing old. The duel with the Dark Lord last monthshook him. He has since sustained a serious injurybecause his reactions are slower than they once were.But through all these years, he has never stoppedtrusting Severus Snape, and therein lies my greatvalue to the Dark Lord.”Bellatrix still looked unhappy, though she appearedunsure how best to attack Snape next. Takingadvantage of her silence, Snape turned to her sister.“Now … you came to ask me for help, Narcissa?”Narcissa looked up at him, her face eloquent withdespair.“Yes, Severus. I — I think you are the only one whocan help me, I have nowhere else to turn. Lucius is injail and …”P a g e | 36 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped frombeneath her eyelids.“The Dark Lord has forbidden me to speak of it,”Narcissa continued, her eyes still closed. “He wishesnone to know of the plan. It is … very secret. But —”“If he has forbidden it, you ought not to speak,” saidSnape at once. “The Dark Lord’s word is law.”Narcissa gasped as though he had doused her withcold water. Bellatrix looked satisfied for the first timesince she had entered the house.“There!” she said triumphantly to her sister. “EvenSnape says so: You were told not to talk, so hold yoursilence!”But Snape had gotten to his feet and strode to thesmall window, peered through the curtains at thedeserted street, then closed them again with a jerk.He turned around to face Narcissa, frowning.“It so happens that I know of the plan,” he said in alow voice. “I am one of the few the Dark Lord has told.Nevertheless, had I not been in on the secret,Narcissa, you would have been guilty of greattreachery to the Dark Lord.”“I thought you must know about it!” said Narcissa,breathing more freely. “He trusts you so, Severus. …”“You know about the plan?” said Bellatrix, her fleetingexpression of satisfaction replaced by a look ofoutrage. “You know?”“Certainly,” said Snape. “But what help do yourequire, Narcissa? If you are imagining I can persuadeP a g e | 37 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there isno hope, none at all.”“Severus,” she whispered, tears sliding down her palecheeks. “My son … my only son …”“Draco should be proud,” said Bellatrix indifferently.“The Dark Lord is granting him a great honor. And Iwill say this for Draco: He isn’t shrinking away fromhis duty, he seems glad of a chance to prove himself,excited at the prospect —”Narcissa began to cry in earnest, gazing beseechinglyall the while at Snape.“That’s because he is sixteen and has no idea whatlies in store! Why, Severus? Why my son? It is toodangerous! This is vengeance for Lucius’s mistake, Iknow it!”Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight ofher tears as though they were indecent, but he couldnot pretend not to hear her.“That’s why he’s chosen Draco, isn’t it?” shepersisted. “To punish Lucius?”“If Draco succeeds,” said Snape, still looking awayfrom her, “he will be honored above all others.”“But he won’t succeed!” sobbed Narcissa. “How canhe, when the Dark Lord himself — ?”Bellatrix gasped; Narcissa seemed to lose her nerve.“I only meant … that nobody has yet succeeded. …Severus … please … You are, you have always been,Draco’s favorite teacher. … You are Lucius’s oldfriend. … I beg you. … You are the Dark Lord’sP a g e | 38 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

favorite, his most trusted advisor. … Will you speak tohim, persuade him — ?”“The Dark Lord will not be persuaded, and I am notstupid enough to attempt it,” said Snape flatly. “Icannot pretend that the Dark Lord is not angry withLucius. Lucius was supposed to be in charge. He gothimself captured, along with how many others, andfailed to retrieve the prophecy into the bargain. Yes,the Dark Lord is angry, Narcissa, very angry indeed.”“Then I am right, he has chosen Draco in revenge!”choked Narcissa. “He does not mean him to succeed,he wants him to be killed trying!”When Snape said nothing, Narcissa seemed to losewhat little self-restraint she still possessed. Standingup, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of hisrobes. Her face close to his, her tears falling onto hischest, she gasped, “You could do it. You could do itinstead of Draco, Severus. You would succeed, ofcourse you would, and he would reward you beyondall of us —”Snape caught hold of her wrists and removed herclutching hands. Looking down into her tearstainedface, he said slowly, “He intends me to do it in theend, I think. But he is determined that Draco shouldtry first. You see, in the unlikely event that Dracosucceeds, I shall be able to remain at Hogwarts a littlelonger, fulfilling my useful role as spy.”“In other words, it doesn’t matter to him if Draco iskilled!”“The Dark Lord is very angry,” repeated Snapequietly. “He failed to hear the prophecy. You know aswell as I do, Narcissa, that he does not forgive easily.”P a g e | 39 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

She crumpled, falling at his feet, sobbing andmoaning on the floor.“My only son … my only son …”“You should be proud!” said Bellatrix ruthlessly. “If Ihad sons, I would be glad to give them up to theservice of the Dark Lord!”Narcissa gave a little scream of despair and clutchedat her long blonde hair. Snape stooped, seized her bythe arms, lifted her up, and steered her back onto thesofa. He then poured her more wine and forced theglass into her hand.“Narcissa, that’s enough. Drink this. Listen to me.”She quieted a little; slopping wine down herself, shetook a shaky sip.“It might be possible … for me to help Draco.”She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge.“Severus — oh, Severus — you would help him?Would you look after him, see he comes to no harm?”“I can try.”She flung away her glass; it skidded across the tableas she slid off the sofa into a kneeling position atSnape’s feet, seized his hand in both of hers, andpressed her lips to it.“If you are there to protect him … Severus, will youswear it? Will you make the Unbreakable Vow?”“The Unbreakable Vow?”P a g e | 40 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Snape’s expression was blank, unreadable. Bellatrix,however, let out a cackle of triumphant laughter.“Aren’t you listening, Narcissa? Oh, he’ll try, I’m sure.… The usual empty words, the usual slithering out ofaction … oh, on the Dark Lord’s orders, of course!”Snape did not look at Bellatrix. His black eyes werefixed upon Narcissa’s tear-filled blue ones as shecontinued to clutch his hand.“Certainly, Narcissa, I shall make the UnbreakableVow,” he said quietly. “Perhaps your sister willconsent to be our Bonder.”Bellatrix’s mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself sothat he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. BeneathBellatrix’s astonished gaze, they grasped right hands.“You will need your wand, Bellatrix,” said Snapecoldly.She drew it, still looking astonished.“And you will need to move a little closer,” he said.She stepped forward so that she stood over them, andplaced the tip of her wand on their linked hands.Narcissa spoke.“Will you, Severus, watch over my son, Draco, as heattempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?”“I will,” said Snape.A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wandand wound its way around their hands like a red-hotwire.P a g e | 41 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

“And will you, to the best of your ability, protect himfrom harm?”“I will,” said Snape.A second tongue of flame shot from the wand andinterlinked with the first, making a fine, glowingchain.“And, should it prove necessary … if it seems Dracowill fail …” whispered Narcissa (Snape’s handtwitched within hers, but he did not draw away), “willyou carry out the deed that the Dark Lord hasordered Draco to perform?”There was a moment’s silence. Bellatrix watched, herwand upon their clasped hands, her eyes wide.“I will,” said Snape.Bellatrix’s astounded face glowed red in the blaze of athird tongue of flame, which shot from the wand,twisted with the others, and bound itself thicklyaround their clasped hands, like a rope, like a fierysnake.P a g e | 42 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

WILL AND WON’THarry Potter was snoring loudly. He had been sittingin a chair beside his bedroom window for the bestpart of four hours, staring out at the darkening street,and had finally fallen asleep with one side of his facepressed against the cold windowpane, his glassesaskew and his mouth wide open. The misty fug hisbreath had left on the window sparkled in the orangeglare of the streetlamp outside, and the artificial lightdrained his face of all color, so that he looked ghostlybeneath his shock of untidy black hair.The room was strewn with various possessions and agood smattering of rubbish. Owl feathers, apple cores,and sweet wrappers littered the floor, a number ofspellbooks lay higgledy-piggledy among the tangledrobes on his bed, and a mess of newspapers sat in apuddle of light on his desk. The headline of oneblared:HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE?P a g e | 43 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Rumors continue to fly about the mysterious recentdisturbance at the Ministry of Magic, during whichHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was sighted once more.“We’re not allowed to talk about it, don’t ask meanything,” said one agitated Obliviator, who refusedto give his name as he left the Ministry last night.Nevertheless, highly placed sources within theMinistry have confirmed that the disturbancecentered on the fabled Hall of Prophecy.Though Ministry spokeswizards have hitherto refusedeven to confirm the existence of such a place, agrowing number of the Wizarding community believethat the Death Eaters now serving sentences inAzkaban for trespass and attempted theft wereattempting to steal a prophecy. The nature of thatprophecy is unknown, although speculation is rifethat it concerns Harry Potter, the only person everknown to have survived the Killing Curse, and who isalso known to have been at the Ministry on the nightin question. Some are going so far as to call Potter“the Chosen One,” believing that the prophecy nameshim as the only one who will be able to rid us of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.The current whereabouts of the prophecy, if it exists,are unknown, although (ctd. page 2, column 5)A second newspaper lay beside the first. This one borethe headline:SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGEMost of this front page was taken up with a largeblack-and-white picture of a man with a lionlike maneof thick hair and a rather ravaged face. The picturewas moving — the man was waving at the ceiling.P a g e | 44 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Rufus Scrimgeour, previously Head of the Auror officein the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, hassucceeded Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic. Theappointment has largely been greeted withenthusiasm by the Wizarding community, thoughrumors of a rift between the new Minister and AlbusDumbledore, newly reinstated Chief Warlock of theWizengamot, surfaced within hours of Scrimgeourtaking office.Scrimgeour’s representatives admitted that he had metwith Dumbledore at once upon taking possession of thetop job, but refused to comment on the topics underdiscussion. Albus Dumbledore is known to (ctd. page3, column 2)To the left of this paper sat another, which had beenfolded so that a story bearing the title MINISTRYGUARANTEES STUDENTS’ SAFETY was visible.Newly appointed Minister of Magic, RufusScrimgeour, spoke today of the tough new measurestaken by his Ministry to ensure the safety of studentsreturning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft andWizardry this autumn.“For obvious reasons, the Ministry will not be goinginto detail about its stringent new security plans,”said the Minister, although an insider confirmed thatmeasures include defensive spells and charms, acomplex array of countercurses, and a small taskforce of Aurors dedicated solely to the protection ofHogwarts School.Most seem reassured by the new Minister’s toughstand on student safety. Said Mrs. AugustaLongbottom, “My grandson, Neville — a good friend ofHarry Potter’s, incidentally, who fought the DeathEaters alongside him at the Ministry in June and —P a g e | 45 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

But the rest of this story was obscured by the largebirdcage standing on top of it. Inside it was amagnificent snowy owl. Her amber eyes surveyed theroom imperiously, her head swiveling occasionally togaze at her snoring master. Once or twice she clickedher beak impatiently, but Harry was too deeply asleepto hear her.A large trunk stood in the very middle of the room. Itslid was open; it looked expectant; yet it was almostempty but for a residue of old underwear, sweets,empty ink bottles, and broken quills that coated thevery bottom. Nearby, on the floor, lay a purple leafletemblazoned with the words:— ISSUED ON BEHALF OF —THE MINISTRY OF MAGICPROTECTING YOUR HOME AND FAMILYAGAINST DARK FORCESThe Wizarding community is currently under threatfrom an organization calling itself the Death Eaters.Observing the following simple security guidelines willhelp protect you, your family, and your home fromattack.1. You are advised not to leave the house alone.2. Particular care should be taken during thehours of darkness. Wherever possible, arrange tocomplete journeys before night has fallen.3. Review the security arrangements around yourhouse, making sure that all family members areaware of emergency measures such as Shield andP a g e | 46 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Disillusionment Charms, and, in the case of underagefamily members, Side-Along-Apparition.4. Agree on security questions with close friendsand family so as to detect Death Eaters masqueradingas others by use of the Polyjuice Potion (see page 2).5. Should you feel that a family member,colleague, friend, or neighbor is acting in a strangemanner, contact the Magical Law Enforcement Squadat once. They may have been put under the ImperiusCurse (see page 4).6. Should the Dark Mark appear over any dwellingplace or other building, DO NOT ENTER, but contactthe Auror office immediately.7. Unconfirmed sightings suggest that the DeathEaters may now be using Inferi (see page 10). Anysighting of an Inferius, or encounter with same,should be reported to the Ministry IMMEDIATELY.Harry grunted in his sleep and his face slid down thewindow an inch or so, making his glasses still morelopsided, but he did not wake up. An alarm clock,repaired by Harry several years ago, ticked loudly onthe sill, showing one minute to eleven. Beside it, heldin place by Harry’s relaxed hand, was a piece ofparchment covered in thin, slanting writing. Harryhad read this letter so often since its arrival threedays ago that although it had been delivered in atightly furled scroll, it now lay quite flat.Dear Harry,If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four,Privet Drive this coming Friday at eleven p.m. to escortyou to the Burrow, where you have been invited tospend the remainder of your school holidays.P a g e | 47 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

If you are agreeable, I should also be glad of yourassistance in a matter to which I hope to attend on theway to the Burrow. I shall explain this more fully whenI see you.Kindly send your answer by return of this owl. Hopingto see you this Friday,I am, yours most sincerely,Albus DumbledoreThough he already knew it by heart, Harry had beenstealing glances at this missive every few minutessince seven o’clock that evening, when he had firsttaken up his position beside his bedroom window,which had a reasonable view of both ends of PrivetDrive. He knew it was pointless to keep rereadingDumbledore’s words; Harry had sent back his “yes”with the delivering owl, as requested, and all he coulddo now was wait: Either Dumbledore was going tocome, or he was not.But Harry had not packed. It just seemed too good tobe true that he was going to be rescued from theDursleys after a mere fortnight of their company. Hecould not shrug off the feeling that something wasgoing to go wrong — his reply to Dumbledore’s lettermight have gone astray; Dumbledore could beprevented from collecting him; the letter might turnout not to be from Dumbledore at all, but a trick orjoke or trap. Harry had not been able to face packingand then being let down and having to unpack again.The only gesture he had made to the possibility of ajourney was to shut his snowy owl, Hedwig, safely inher cage.P a g e | 48 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

The minute hand on the alarm clock reached thenumber twelve and, at that precise moment, thestreetlamp outside the window went out.Harry awoke as though the sudden darkness were analarm. Hastily straightening his glasses andunsticking his cheek from the glass, he pressed hisnose against the window instead and squinted downat the pavement. A tall figure in a long, billowingcloak was walking up the garden path.Harry jumped up as though he had received anelectric shock, knocked over his chair, and startedsnatching anything and everything within reach fromthe floor and throwing it into the trunk. Even as helobbed a set of robes, two spellbooks, and a packet ofcrisps across the room, the doorbell rang. Downstairsin the living room his Uncle Vernon shouted, “Whothe blazes is calling at this time of night?”Harry froze with a brass telescope in one hand and apair of trainers in the other. He had completelyforgotten to warn the Dursleys that Dumbledoremight be coming. Feeling both panicky and close tolaughter, he clambered over the trunk and wrenchedopen his bedroom door in time to hear a deep voicesay, “Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. Idaresay Harry has told you I would be coming forhim?”Harry ran down the stairs two at a time, coming to anabrupt halt several steps from the bottom, as longexperience had taught him to remain out of arm’sreach of his uncle whenever possible. There in thedoorway stood a tall, thin man with waist-lengthsilver hair and beard. Half-moon spectacles wereperched on his crooked nose, and he was wearing along black traveling cloak and a pointed hat. VernonDursley, whose mustache was quite as bushy asP a g e | 49 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

Dumbledore’s, though black, and who was wearing apuce dressing gown, was staring at the visitor asthough he could not believe his tiny eyes.“Judging by your look of stunned disbelief, Harry didnot warn you that I was coming,” said Dumbledorepleasantly. “However, let us assume that you haveinvited me warmly into your house. It is unwise tolinger overlong on doorsteps in these troubled times.”He stepped smartly over the threshold and closed thefront door behind him.“It is a long time since my last visit,” saidDumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at UncleVernon. “I must say, your agapanthus areflourishing.”Vernon Dursley said nothing at all. Harry did notdoubt that speech would return to him, and soon —the vein pulsing in his uncle’s temple was reachingdanger point — but something about Dumbledoreseemed to have robbed him temporarily of breath. Itmight have been the blatant wizardishness of hisappearance, but it might, too, have been that evenUncle Vernon could sense that here was a man whomit would be very difficult to bully.“Ah, good evening Harry,” said Dumbledore, lookingup at him through his half-moon glasses with a mostsatisfied expression. “Excellent, excellent.”These words seemed to rouse Uncle Vernon. It wasclear that as far as he was concerned, any man whocould look at Harry and say “excellent” was a manwith whom he could never see eye to eye.“I don’t mean to be rude —” he began, in a tone thatthreatened rudeness in every syllable.P a g e | 50 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling

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