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Chapter 7: The Impossible Task
Take what you want, steal my pride, build me up or cut me down to size, shut me out but I'll just scream, I'm only one voice in a million, but you ain't takin' that from me! -Natasha Bedingfield "Strip Me"
"What did Dumbledore want?" Marlene caught my arm as I stumbled through the fireplace, almost hitting my head as I stepped out.
"He just wanted to discuss my O.W.L scores with me," I blurted, saying the first thing that came into my mind.
Marlene's brow furrowed.
"From fifth year?" Sirius strode in, remarking suspiciously. "I am the champion of pranksters, Lily, and I know a cover-up story when I see one," he rested against the door frame, observing me with probing grey eyes.
"It's not a cover-up," I replied automatically.
"I heard Champion of Pranksters. Were you guys talking about me?" James strode in with Remus, a goofy smile plastered to his face. "Whoa, Lily, you look really pale," he remarked a second later.
"Yeah, I-Marlene, let's go, okay?" I turned to my best friend, suddenly dying to get out of questioning eyes.
"Okay," she looked at me oddly.
We walked along until we came to the shore, where we stopped only when solid land ended. We sat down at the end of a sun-bleached dock, dangling our feet over the foamy water.
"Okay, now what's the real reason Dumbledore went through the trouble of calling you in?" She looked at me knowingly. Oh, why had I forgotten to ask Dumbledore this particular detail of what to tell questioning friends?
"Seriously, it was to discuss my O.W.L scores," I assured her, cringing inwardly that this was presumably one of the last times I would be seeing her, and I was lying to her. But what other choice did I have? I couldn't exactly tell her the truth.
"Alright, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine," she looked away, a bit hurt.
"Marls, you're my best friend, okay? No-you're my sister. You won't ever forget that, will you?" I wrapped my arms around her and she looked at me, startled.
"What-where did that come from?" she asked, surprised.
"Nowhere. Everywhere. You know that, right?" I prompted.
"Yes, Silly-Lily, I know that," she laughed, returning the embrace. "The way you're talking makes it seem like you're going to leave or something," she laughed at the notion which, in her head, is completely absurd.
Treasure every moment, I heard Dumbledore's voice in the waves, in the breeze-everything. I closed my eyes, breathing in the salty sea air, letting the warm, fish-scented breeze rolling over my sun-tinged skin. The wind pulled teasingly at my hair, lifting up a single red curl, letting it dance in the air for a moment. I was going to miss this. I wished desperately that I could bring it all with me.
The Next Night
"Come in!" I hollered at the knock on our door, and Remus burst into our room.
"Hey, Remus," Marlene greeted him from her bed, where she was reading a thin paperback, feet propped up on several pillows. I echoed her softly, taking in his rugged appearance.
"D'you girls want to go on a boat ride with us?" he offered. "James and Sirius and me, I mean."
"I do. You, Marlene?" I turned my head.
"Yes, right behind you."
"Wait-I have to get-" I pulled my watch off of the small table by my bedside, quickly strapping it on.
"What do you need that for?" Remus questioned.
"It's always good to know the time," I replied automatically, and we thunder down the stairs. I counted each step-seventeen-and store up the memory, holding it close to my heart.
"Thank you so, so much for letting me come," I stopped on the way, poking my head around the sitting-room wall to the kitchens, looking at the table full of adults. "It's really beautiful here, and this has been an amazing summer."
"You're quite welcome, Lily," Marlene's mum beamed, and her dad winked heartily at me. Smiling, I retreated, following Marlene and Remus out into the night.
I checked my watch- 8:34 PM.
"These muggle boats are interesting things, aren't they?" Marlene whispered to Remus and me.
"What's interesting?" I whispered, Remus agreeing.
"They just-just look! Those motor things! Whoever thought of those!" She waved her hand wildly toward nothing and everything, and Remus and I laughed, the sound mingling with the talking and chuckling of the village. I didn't know for sure, but I thought Remus was a half-blood, which meant he must be, to some degree, at least-familiar with muggle means of transportation.
We made it down to the dock, jogging the rest of the way.
"It's about time!" Sirius exclaimed, and Remus hopped over the side. Sirius was sitting in the driver's seat, a scary thought, and James was waiting from the side, smiling at me. He helped Marlene up, who murmured a thank-you, and then turned to me. He offered me his hand and I took it, allowing him to help pull me up.
"Thanks, James," I told him. "Sirius isn't driving, is he?"
"Yes, I do believe he is. He's a damn good driver, I hear," Black referred to himself in third person.
"Ever driven a boat, Padfoot?" James grinned, rolling his eyes.
"I figured it's one of those learn 'em as you go," he waved his hand. "Besides, what's to run into out here?"
"Other boats, the docks..." Remus took a seat behind Sirius on the large speedboat, ticking off words on his fingers.
"Oh, stuff it, Moony," he smacked him lightly upside the head, which Remus responded to by barking at him playfully. The boys laughed hysterically, and I tried to restrain myself from laughing at the Animagus joke as Marlene looked at me, mystified. She was the only one who wouldn't understand it.
"Alright now all of you ladies," Sirius stood, finally giving control to Remus, who backed us out expertly. "Time to share our deepest, darkest secrets," he flew back onto the seat by James, crossing his legs and leaning forward eagerly.
"If you think that, you're even madder than I first thought," Marlene sat back, trailing her hand in the boat's wake.
"I'm injured," Sirius replied sarcastically, holding his heart.
"I have a question!" I spoke up. I knew this was risky-but no one would take it seriously. "What would all of you do if you knew that this was your last night with your friends?"
"I'd enlist their help to send an avalanche dung bomb in a howler to my mum," Sirius answered thoughtfully.
"Be serious," I chastised him.
"I am always Sirius."
"Why, Lily?" James asked.
"Just wondering," I answered a bit too quickly, dropping from his gaze.
"I'd spend my time with the people that I love," Remus spoke up from the wheel, grinning at me. "And then I'd pull the prank to end all pranks with James, Sirius, and Peter. Go out with a bang, they always say!" He gave a hearty laugh with the two aforementioned boys, and I could tell by the mischievous glint in their eyes they were all planning their last prank.
"You know what I'm going to do right before I die?" James said seriously. "I'm going to be laying on my death bed...then I'll say, "I buried my treasure under the..." he paused for effect, looking at all of us.
"Under the what?" I asked expectantly.
"Eiffel Tower," he beamed, and Remus roared with laughter.
"Brilliant!" Sirius crowed. "So a whole crowd of wizards will show up there with shovels, and the muggles will be completely baffled and it'll be on their news for days!"
"You're going to drive your relatives mad," Marlene sighed, looking back at the village that was growing smaller and smaller in the distance.
"I am already in the process of doing so," James nodded solemnly. "Now who wants fireworks?"
"James, the muggles!" Remus chided.
"Don't you think we've thought of that, dear Moony?" Sirius cried, jumping to his feet. "Those old muggles won't suspect a thing!" He grabbed his wand, colorful sparks shooting out from the tip as James directed his wand toward the muggles-he must have been putting up some sort of shield charm.
"There," he threw his wand, twisting, into the air, then caught it.
"What did you do?" I questioned. "Cover the sound and the light?"
"Correct, dear Lily," he winked.
"That was impressive," I admitted, turning my head up to Sirius's display. Soon, Remus and James were joining him, the boat floating, being rocked gently by the waves.
Voldemort is nothing but a moldy wart! One glittering red phrase read, and Marlene and I laughed joyfully as we laid back to read them. It exploded into smoke, and the boys began to send up streams of abstract light and sparks. Then, Sirius began in green script-
Sirius Black is a sexy, clever GUINEA PIG.
The last part was added by yours truly.
"Guinea pig?!" he shouted, spinning around to find the culprit like a dog catching his tale. "Lily!" He growled, catching sight of the smoldering tip of my wand. "Though I would make a nice-looking guinea pig, wouldn't I?" He pondered thoughtfully.
Mr. James Potter would like to know if Miss Lily Evans will accompany him somewhere date-like, tomorrow evening, James finished with a flourish, adding a animated winking face at the end, complete with glasses.
I sighed to Marlene, who was laughing at James's antics.
Miss Evans would like to remind Mr. Potter that they are on a friendship basis now, and part of that whole scenario was you not asking me out repeatedly, James! I added a flower at the end of James's last disappearing statement, and it smoked out into the sky.
"Lily, are we forgetting something?" He turned to me, promptly dodging out of the contest Sirius and Remus had engaged themselves into-a fling your opposite into the water contest, it seemed.
"What are we forgetting, James?" I asked teasingly as he came to kneel by my seat. I tried not to let the mournful expression I was feeling take over my face. I didn't know what I would have honestly said to James if I would have had tomorrow to be here. If I wasn't going to have to leave Lily Evans behind for years.
"We're forgetting that I have only asked you out once this whole summer so far!" He finished proudly. "Or rather, you are the only one forgetting, I do believe."
"Summer's only been going on a few weeks, James," I rolled my eyes, flicking the end of his nose.
"You'll say yes someday, Lily," he promised, winking and standing to grab Sirius into a headlock. I shook my head, laughing with Marlene as the boat rocks.
"They're all going to end up going overboard," I observed to her.
"Probably we will, too. And, that was the closest you've come to saying yes to James," she noticed playfully, nudging my arm.
"How is dear Sirius, Marlene?" I returned playfully, mischief dancing in my eyes.
"He's lovely, thank you very much," she rolled her eyes at me. I checked my watch again-it was after nine. Which means I get-four hours of sleep, I groaned internally. But I was not going to sleep now. I was going to spend every last moment with my friends.
And I did. But hours slipped away, and sooner or later we all ended up in the water, splashing and screaming playfully. And when we went in at midnight, I honestly believed I would snap my own wand for even one more moment.
But I couldn't. I was about to break off my relationships with all of these people.
A thousand lives, a thousand lives, it's all for those thousand lives, I thought to myself as we dock the boat. I don't even notice the cold.
"Well, that was fun!" James stretched and yawned, jumping out onto the dock.
"Yes, Prongs, it was," Remus followed him, and so did Sirius. "And now I am exhausted," he yawned as well, so widely it looked like he could have swallowed a dinner plate whole.
"Oi, Moony, you trying to bite my head off?" Sirius yelped, turning around right at the height of Remus's yawn.
"I don't think you'd taste very good, Padfoot," Remus punched his shoulder playfully.
All of my last moments were gone-slipping away like the sands of an hourglass. All the lights were off in the village, and we practically tiptoed to Marlene's house, entering as quietly as we could.
"Wait!" I whisper-yelled, stopping everyone before they dispersed into their various bedrooms.
"Night, Remus," I hugged the nearest person to me, kissing him swiftly on the cheek. "Never be ashamed of who you are," I whispered into his ear, quiet enough so that no one else could hear. He returned the embrace, looking shocked. I pulled away, moving onto Sirius.
"Do I get a hug?" He opened his arms, grinning devilishly.
"Everyone does." I stepped forward, kissing Sirius's cheek as well. "And you, keep the smile on everyone's face, yeah?"
"You going somewhere, Lily?" There was no trace of teasing in Sirius's voice as he held me at arm's length, inspecting my face.
"No," I lowered my eyes. "Good night, James," I stepped away from Sirius and hugged James fiercely. I was going to miss our new friendship. I felt my heart knock against my ribcage as I brushed my lips against his cheek, whispering in his ear- "You have changed, James. I'm glad we're friends," and I stepped away, leaving them all looking at me, shocked.
"I think Lily is overtired, we'll see you all in the morning," Marlene grabbed my arm, linking it in hers. We left the Marauders staring after us, baffled. My last look at them all.
"What was that?" Marlene whispered as she closed the door softly.
"What?" I finger-combed my still damp hair.
"Sirius is right, You're acting like you're going somewhere," she glanced at me suspiciously, and almost reluctantly went into the closet for nightclothes like she was afraid I'd disappear if she left me alone for even a second.
"I'll be right here when you wake up," I said softly, pulling off my slightly wet clothes and hanging them from the window.
After Marlene turned off the light, I set my watch for one fifteen. A little over an hour from now. I put the alarm on its quietest setting and tucked it into my pillow, glad that Marlene was a heavy sleeper.
"Good night, Marlene," I whispered into the dark. I pulled up the quilt over my body-she didn't realize that I changed into regular clothes, not pajamas. "Thanks for being my best friend."
I closed my eyes, mentally remembering where in the room my cloak was so I could just grab it and go. But I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, running over everyone's last words in my head. I shot up into a sitting position, remembering one last goodbye-my parents. In the light of the crescent moon outside, I pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from the small table next to my bed.
I stared at it for almost five minutes. What was I to write? See you in a couple of years, maybe?
I finally settled for the briefest of all messages.
Mum and Dad-I love you. Thank you for everything.
Petunia-I love you. I hope you're happy with Vernon. Remember that being different is not always bad.
Lily
I sent it off with Maverick, who was completely quiet, as if he knew just how important his silence was. I fed him one last treat, stroking his neck, and watched him disappear into the sky for the last time. I fell into a brief, restless sleep, re-living my visit to Dumbledore, and his last words coming back to haunt me-treasure every moment. I desperately hoped I had done so, wished that I had left everyone with the best possible memory of me. Because once I returned, no one would ever look at me the same way again-I knew that. I knew that I would have no friends once I came back. No one would trust me. There's that girl that disappeared for years, they would whisper as I passed them on the streets.
Susanne Lazaraith, something whispered into my mind. My new name.
All to soon, I was jolted from my nightmarish sleep by the beeping of my alarm-I fumbled for it under my pillow, quickly pressing the off button. The sheets were tangled tightly around my legs, and I was close to falling off the edge of the bed.
I left the watch on my bed with the sinking feeling that I had forgotten to tell someone something. I was forgetting something-that was what I had dreamed about, at least partially. But all I had was a feeling to go on.
I looked to Marlene, who didn't wake, only mumbled something in her sleep, turning over to face the wall.
"Bye," I whispered one last time, retrieving my cloak and tying it tightly at my neck, slipping my wand into the secret inside pocket.
And I glided silently down the stairs, and out the door. I sat on the front steps as if guarding the house.
At what I assumed was exactly one seventeen, a barely audible popping sound echoed slightly, and in front of me stood Dumbledore. Neither of us said a word as I strode forward, taking the offered arm. I looked back at the house desperately, my face streaked with tear trails. I was forgetting something-James. I had to tell him more, tell him what he had come to mean to me now that-
The last thought was ripped from my mind as I was torn from Greece.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Miss Evans," Dumbledore stepped into his office. This time he had a full length, gilded mirror in the middle of the floor.
"Th-thank you, Professor," I took in a shuddering breath. "Sorry-I just-" I took a deep breath. I had accepted this long ago. I was willing to do it. I shook myself, gaining back my control. "I'm fine now."
"Are you ready to change your physical appearance?" He asked me, taking out his wand into his hand. "It will not hurt, but if we do it now, it will give you more time to adjust as we speak," he promised.
"Alright," I nodded. Best to get it over with fast.
"Would you like to see the transformation?" He stepped over, signaling to the mirror.
"Yes, please."
"I thought you would." I walked slowly to the mirror. I took in my appearance hungrily-even all my flaws. My too-tallness, the freckles across my whole face that disrupted my complexion, my too-pale skin-I took in all my flaws, saving the memory. They made me who I was, and now they were being taken. Along with my dark red hair curling down past the midway point on my back, my intense, almond-shaped green eyes, my figure. They would all be gone. I said goodbye to my awkward sort of almost-prettiness.
"I'm ready," I nodded to him.
"Alright."
He began to wave his wand, and a faint, lavender mist spilled forth. He began at my legs, were a not unpleasant tingling-numbness began. I refused to look-I just kept looking at my eyes, holding on to the vivid color until the last minute. I said goodbye to my features. I blinked when he got to my face-I could feel my bones shifting, changing-when I opened my eyes, I jumped back, startled-Dumbledore was done.
"It may feel odd for a while, adjusting to a new weight and height, a new center of gravity," Dumbledore began sympathetically. "Very few ever come to know that their constant in an ever changing life, the one thing they can control, to whatever extent, is themselves. When your soul ages, your body does along with it. But this physical alteration," he shook his head. "Will not alter you, Lily," I startled at his use of my name. It didn't feel right, him calling this body 'Lily.'
"You will still be the incredibly strong, brave, smart, self-sacrificing woman that everyone around you knows," he assured me gently. "Try speaking."
"What should I-" I stopped myself. The voice was not my own. It was lower, and more commanding-richer in tone, but venom concealed under the surface.
"I sound evil," I whispered in shame.
"You are anything but evil, Lily, let me be the first to assure you. This body, this voice, does not reflect who you are."
"Did you make it? You said Susanna Lazaraith didn't really exist."
"Well, to some extent. Susanna was a stillborn child of a long deceased pureblood couple on Voldemort's mother's side. Your story is that you were married and widowed, but you keep your husbands name. Your maiden name was Gaunt."
I shuddered just at the word. I didn't understand completely how this was going to work, but I fully trusted Dumbledore that it would.
"Won't Voldemort know his cousin was stillborn?"
"No. Voldemort knows next to nothing about his own family. He was born and raised in an orphanage, and then only knew Hogwarts until he was eighteen."
I nodded, twisting around and looking at myself in the mirror. I was incredibly bony, and not attractively, although my facial features might be considered beautiful if they weren't stretched so tightly over my small bones. I had blond-almost white-hair, curled tightly down to my shoulders, spun into an elaborate up-do. Dumbledore had even changed my dressing-elaborate, black and dark green robes. I was taller than I had been, which was saying something. But-my eyes.
"My eyes," I thought aloud, splaying my bony fingers from my temple to my cheekbone. They don't look-well, they don't look very evil." They were hazel, like James's, but not nearly as pretty. They were yellowish blue with flecks of brown. Not even close to James's soft, honey-brown with sharp green spots.
"Of course not. The eyes reflect to what is within. You are not hardened by years of evil, therefore, your eyes look-well, excepting the obvious physical change, very much like Lily Evan's in expression. But not to worry-none will notice that," he assured me. "And now-this address is for you."
He withdrew a card from his robes, extending it to me.
522912 Exigo St. England.
"What is it?" I cringed at the sound of my own voice.
"This is where you must go. The house is invisible to muggles, slightly off of a neighborhood in the hills surrounding. The Death Eaters there-appeal to them. Let them know you wish to join their ranks. I cannot help you after that, Lily, you will be on your own. You must your own wit and cunning to outsmart them. Oh-and one last thing-may I see your wand?"
"My wand?" I repeated shakily. Was he going to replace it?
"Yes. I will merely be altering the appearance, do not fear."
I stepped forward, immediately stumbling-he rushed forward, offering me his arm with surprising speed and strength for a man of his age.
"Thank you," I murmured. "I must just be-adjusting." He nodded.
Think, I told myself. I was lighter, that I was sure of. I had put too much force into taking the step forward, and had actually bent over backward the slightest bit, not used to my new height, either. I tried again, consciously altering the force in which I put into my step. It was like wearing a new pair of shoes, but on a much larger scale-nothing was the same.
"Will I-" I stopped myself. Ever look the same again? I wanted to scream. But I couldn't bring myself to do it-I couldn't bear to hear that I wouldn't. I couldn't stand the thought.
"Will you?" Dumbledore probed.
"Nothing," I muttered as he returned my wand. It was blacker now, longer-completely plain, although if I closed my eyes, it still had the same feel- the same type of power as my old wand did.
I let the card with the address drift to the floor. "Accio," I spoke to it, and it zoomed up into my hand.
"It is still suited to you. Neither of your internal properties have changed," he reminded me. I felt much fonder toward my wand after that-it was the only thing that remained of my past life-and it was the only thing in the world that understood how I felt, with this huge change. Even though I knew it didn't really understand.
"Whenever you're ready, you may apparate. The opening from when I retrieved you is still usable," he told me gently.
I nodded slowly. "I'm ready."
"Goodbye, Miss Lily Evans. We will meet again someday, I am sure of it. And the circumstances will be much more pleasant, I assure you." he grasped my hand in both of his, looking into my eyes.
"Stay strong, Lily. I believe in you," he released my hand, and cold air closed in when his hands left.
"Goodbye, Professor," I struggled to keep my expression neutral. "I'll see you again..." I let my sentence dangle. What to say?
I took one last, sweeping glance along the office. My last glimpse of Hogwarts. I muttered the address under my breath.
And with a crack, I was gone.
I opened my eyes, shaking off the slight feeling of nausea that accompanied apparating.
The cobblestone streets behind me a ways were lined with tall, menacing houses and streetlights that only succeeded in making the shadows look darker. Instead of being uncomfortable alone, at night, and in an unfamiliar place, I steeled myself, telling myself-that fear was not an emotion Susanna would have paired with a dark street. I stepped forward, looking up into the house in which I had appeared in front of. It was darker than the rest of the houses behind it, and completely silent. It was a ways off from the street containing other houses, and it was probably guarded against muggles. The windows were so tightly boarded up that I couldn't tell if there was any light struggling to peak through. I remembered Dumbledore's last words, and strode to the door. I hesitated-would a wanna-be Death Eater knock, or barge in?
Hm...perhaps the barging in would come later, when I was more sure of my rank.
I knocked loudly, soundly, the noise echoing down the otherwise lifeless street. I waited ten seconds, thirty, fifty-
"Get in!" A pale hand reached out, pulling me in by the front of my robes. "Who are you?" A wild-eyed young woman of about nineteen years pulled me in. She yanked me down until our noses were practically touching-she had a wild, maniacal gleam in her black eyes, and her sickly pale skin contrasted wildly with her dark, unruly mop of snarly corkscrew hair. Bellatrix Black-I recognized her from Hogwarts, she was a few years older than me. "How did you get this address?" The house behind her was dark, and all too eerily silent. Strange thumping noises were coming from upstairs, and I got the distinct impression that more than one pair of eyes were watching me, unseen. My blood ran cold. There was evil in this house. Maybe even Voldemort himself.
"What is your blood status?" The woman hissed. Something in my brain seized up and I answered of my own accord, my voice running smooth like water over a knife.
"Pureblood." The woman looked startled at the sudden power my voice contained. "My maiden name is Gaunt," I continued with confidence. "And I wish to serve your lord." Bellatrix's eyes widened, thin lips pulling back to reveal crooked teeth in a crazed smile.
"Andddd, how do I know you're not a liar? One of Dumbledore's cronies, sent to spy?" She hissed, breathing right in my face.
"Get your best Legimens," I hissed in her face. "Go! Now!" I clenched my fists, feeling a power that was not my own. Susanna's.
"I will," she stepped back, gliding backwards, joining with the shadows, the sneering paleness of her face the last thing to vanish from my sight. I stood uncomfortably, not sure what exactly to do. I didn't have to wonder long.
"Hello, skinny," a big, blonde man sneered at me. He was quite right about the skinny part-this body could have belonged to an anorexic.
"Hello, ugly," I snapped back. He only chuckled in reply.
"So you want to join the Death Eaters, do you?" He spat on the ground. Resisting the urge to be sarcastic, I replied curtly.
"Yes."
"Who is it that disrupts our gathering, Larkus?" My breath caught in my throat, which constricted dangerously. This was Voldemort. He would have been handsome-he had black hair and chiseled features, but something about his appearance was off-if the light shone in his dark eyes just so, they glinted red. And the sharp lines of his face looked blurred and smudged when he moved, gliding forward.
"Who gave you the address to this place?" He asked softly. I wracked my brains, trying to think-several other Death Eaters melted out of the shadows, leering and closing in menacingly-
"Answer me! Crucio!" He screamed.
Pain enveloped me. Words could not describe it. A red haze filled my vision-every one of my joints were on fire-a thousand knifes were slashing from the inside of my body, furiously attempting to free themselves-
And it stopped, as suddenly as it started. I hadn't realized it, but I had fallen to my knees and was panting furiously, gasping for air. The other Death Eaters were staring, leering-they knew what I was going through, yet did not sympathize. Instead, they revelled in my pain, glad it was not them.
"I overheard it," I struggled shakily to my feet, furious that I had let myself show weakness, but I was still trembling with the aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse. But I wasn't about to keel over now-my willpower was stronger than that, although my body wasn't. Somehow, I managed to stay upright. "I overheard it in a pub."
Voldemort didn't answer. He held up a hand, and the room went deathly still. His eyes caught mine, burning into me, reading my mind, my soul-
"Interesting," he said softly, venom concealed in the smoothness of his voice. One slip up, and this man-no, he couldn't be called that- this creature would not hesitate to torture and kill me.
"This is true," he almost hissed. "And your magical power-very strong. But of course-you are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself, are you not?" He almost seemed to be mocking me. I didn't know how he already knew all of that, just from a few moments of Legimens. But everything Dumbledore had said so far was proving true.
"I am," I boldly confirmed. My head was aching, like my skull was being bashed in over and over. But I thought of the thousand lives that this was all for-and I thought of James.
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