Harry Potter was in a bedroom ceiling under guidance with Bathilde.
There reigned in the dark and smelled bad. A hint that Harry Potty peeked under the bed, but Bathilde already closed the door and did not see anything else.
- Lumos! - Said the boy and his wand was ignite. At one point he wince because the old woman had been approached by exploiting those seconds of total darkness, although he had not heard approaching.
- Are you Potter? - Whisper Bathilde.
- Yes, I Potter.
She nodded slowly, solemnly. Harry noticed that the beating of the Horrocrux accelerated to overcome his own heart, a feeling disagreeable and disturbing.
- Do you have something for me? - asked, but she seemed absorbed in the light emitted from the tip wand-l. Have something to me? - Insisted.
The women closed their eyes and then spent several things at once: Harry felt a sharp twinge in the scar, the Horrocrux throbs with so much force that moved the boy's jersey, and the dark, stinking room disappeared for a few moments. Suddenly felt a rush of joy, and with a clear voice and sharp cry: ¡Retain it!.
It was staggering a little, while the smelly room Semidarkness and returned to form around him, but he did not understand what had happened.
- Do you have anything for me? - Asked for the third time, harder still.
- Is there - she whispered pointing to a corner.
Harry directed the wand toward the window and saw the curtains in a crowded toilet thing.
This time the old woman not you. With the rod high, Harry rose slowly between her and the bed that was broken. I did not want to lose sight of Bathilde.
- What is it? - He asked on having come to the dressing-table, on which there was a great heap of very dirty clothes, judging by the stink that was detaching
- There - said the woman reported the deformed pile.
Harry turned briefly towards those seeking to distinguish the mass grip of a sword or something that looks like a ruby, and then the woman was a stranger he warned movement to the corner of his eye, in panic, looking quickly to the elderly and horror paralyzed it on having seen how her body falls apart and a huge snake came up her neck.
The Snake attack him when he raised the wand, the bite received it in the forearm, and then the dark room disappeared.
Harry the first thing that he did on having woken up was to take the hand to him to the chest, to insure himself, if the Horrocrux was continuing there, and really it was continuing there, he sigh of relief.
We weighed the eyelids to be able to open them, and forearm (where he had been bitten the snake) will hurt even more, she felt as if I were on a comfortable bed enough.
After a few minutes opened her eyes. He was in the Hogwarts's nursing; I knew I was going there for many times when I was studying at Hogwarts. Panic him being there, but that was not the worst, at its side was a redheaded woman asleep in a chair, and beside a man with disheveled black hair and like his was like looking in a mirror. And in front of him is Dumbledore, who watched with concern.
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