Just thought I’d share my favorite part in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Mostly because of Luna. She’s great..:) ❤
:)))Somehow this has to do with the topic.
Page 472, The Lost Diadem:
They climbed in tight, dizzying circles; Harry had never been up here before. At last they reached a door. There was no handle and no keyhole: nothing but a plain expanse of aged wood, and a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.
Luna reached out a pale hand, which looked eerie floating in mid-air, unconnected to arm or body. She knocked once, and in the silence it sounded to Harry like a cannon blast. At once the beak of the eagle opened, but instead of a bird’s call, a soft, musical voice said, ‘Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?’
‘Hmm … What do you think, Harry?’ Said Luna, looking thoughtful.
‘What? Isn’t there just a password?’
‘Oh, no, you’ve got to answer a question’ said Luna.
‘What if you get it wrong?’
‘Well, you have to wait for somebody who gets it right,’ said Luna. ‘That way you learn, you see?’
‘Yeah … trouble is, we can’t really afford to wait for anyone else, Luna.’
‘No, I see what you mean,’ said Luna seriously. ‘Well then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.’
‘Well reasoned,’ said a voice, and the door swung open.
The deserted Ravenclaw common room was a wide, circular room, airier than any Harry had ever seen at Hogwarts. Graceful arched windows punctuated the walls, which were hung with blue and bronze silks: by day, the Ravenclaws would have a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains. The ceiling was domed and painted with stars, which were echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. There were tables, chairs and bookcases, and in a niche opposite the door stood a tall statue of white marble.
Harry recognized Rowena Ravenclaw from the bust he had seen at Luna’s house. The statue stood beside a door which led, he guessed, to the dormitories above. He strode right up to the marble woman and she seemed to look back at him with a quizzical half-smile on her face, beautiful yet slightly intimidating. A delicate-looking circle had been reproduced in marble on top of her head. It was not unlike the tiara Fleur had worn at her wedding. There were tiny words etched into it. Harry stepped out from under the Cloak and climbed up on Ravenclaw’s plinth to read them.
‘ “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest pleasure.”’
‘Which makes you pretty skint, witless,’ said a cackling voice.
Harry whirled around, slipped off the plinth and landed on the floor. The sloping-shouldered figure of Alecto Carrow was standing before him, and even as Harry raised his wand, she pressed a stubby forefinger to the skull and snake branded on her forearm.
Page 474, The Sacking of Severus Snape
The moment her finger touched the Mark, Harry’s scar burned savagely, the starry room vanished from sight, and he was standing upon an outcrop of rock beneath a cliff, and the sea was washing around him and there was triumph in his heart- they have the boy.
A loud bang brought Harry back to where he stood: disorientated, he raised his wand, but the witch before him was already falling forwards; she hit the ground so hard that the glass in the bookcases tinkled.
‘I’ve never stunned anyone before except in our DA lessons,’ said Luna, sounding mildly interested. ‘That was noisier than I thought it would be.’
And sure enough, the ceiling had begun to tremble. Scurrying, echoing footsteps were growing louder from behind the door leading to the dormitories: Luna’s spells had woken the Ravenclaws sleeping above.
‘Luna, where are you? I need to get under the Cloak!’
Luna’s feet appeared out of nowhere; he hurried to her side and she let the Cloak fall over them as the door opened and a stream of Ravenclaws, all in their nightclothes, flooded into the common room. There were gasps and cries of surprise as they saw Alecto lying there unconscious. Slowly, they shuffled around her, a savage beast that might wake at any moment and attack them. Then one brave little one-year darted up to her and prodded her backside with his big toe.
‘I think she’s dead!’ he shouted with delight.
‘Oh look,’ whispered Luna happily, as the Ravenclaws crowded in around Alecto. ‘They’re pleased!’
‘Yeah …great …’
Harry closed his eyes, and as his scar throbbed he chose to sink again into Voldemort’s mind … he was moving along the tunnel into the first cave … he had chosen to make sure of the locket before coming … but that would not take him long …
There was a rap on the common-room door and every Ravenclaw froze. From the other side, Harry heard a soft, musical voice that issued from the eagle doorknocker. ‘Where do vanished objects go?’
‘I dunno, do I? Shut it!’ snarled an uncouth voice that Harry knew was that of the Carrow brother, Amycus. ‘Alecto? Alecto? Are you there? Have you got him? Open the door!’
The Ravenclaws were whispering amongst themselves, terrified. Then, without warning, there came a series of loud bangs, as though somebody was firing a gun into the door.
‘ALECTO! If he comes, and we haven’t got Potter – d’you want to go the same way as the Malfoy’s? ANSWER ME!’ Amycus bellowed, shaking the door for all it was worth, but still, it did not open. The Ravenclaws were all backing away, and some of the most frightened began scampering back up the staircase to their beds. Then, just as Harry was wondering whether he ought not to blast open the door and Stun Amycus before the Death Eater could do anything else, a second, most familiar voice rang out beyond the door.
‘May I ask what you are doing, Professor Carrow?’
‘Trying – to get – through this damned – door!’ shouted Amycus. ‘Go and get Flitwick! Get him to open it, now!’
‘But isn’t your sister in there?’ asked Professor McGonagall. ‘Didn’t Professor Flitwick let her in, earlier this evening, at your urgent request? Perhaps she could open the door for you? Then you needn’t wake up half the castle.’
‘She ain’t answering, you old bosom! You open it! Garn! Do it, now!/
‘Certainly, if you wish,’ said Professor McGonagall, with awful coldness. There was a genteel tap of the knocker and the musical voice asked, again, ‘Where do vanished objects go?’
‘Into non-being, which is to say, everything,’ replied Professor McGonagall.
‘Nicely phrased,’ replied the eagle doorknocker, and the door swung open.
The few Ravenclaws who had remained behind sprinted for the stairs as Amycus burst over the threshold, brandishing his wand. Hunched like his sister, he had a pallid, doughy face and tiny eyes, which fell at once on Alecto, sprawled motionless on the floor. He let out a yell of fury and fear.
Tata. ❤
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