Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (97 page)

‘Listen!’ whispered Neville.

Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed; Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and heard Lucius Malfoy roar, ‘Leave Nott,
leave him, I say
– his injuries will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing that prophecy. Jugson, come back here, we need to organise! We’ll split into pairs and search, and don’t forget, be gentle with Potter until we’ve got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary – Bellatrix, Rodolphus, you take the left; Crabbe, Rabastan, go right – Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead – Macnair and Avery, through here – Rookwood, over there – Mulciber, come with me!’

‘What do we do?’ Hermione asked Harry, trembling from head to foot.

‘Well, we don’t stand here waiting for them to find us, for a start,’ said Harry. ‘Let’s get away from this door.’

They ran as quietly as they could, past the shimmering bell jar where the tiny egg was hatching and unhatching, towards the exit into the circular hallway at the far end of the room. They were almost there when Harry heard something large and heavy collide with the door Hermione had charmed shut.

‘Stand aside!’ said a rough voice.
‘Alohomora!’

As the door flew open, Harry, Hermione and Neville dived under desks. They could see the bottom of the two Death Eaters’ robes drawing nearer, their feet moving rapidly.

‘They might’ve run straight through to the hall,’ said the rough voice.

‘Check under the desks,’ said another.

Harry saw the knees of the Death Eaters bend; poking his wand out from under the desk, he shouted,
‘STUPEFY!’

A jet of red light hit the nearest Death Eater; he fell backwards into a grandfather clock and knocked it over; the second Death Eater, however, had leapt aside to avoid Harry’s spell and was pointing his own wand at Hermione, who was crawling out from under the desk to get a better aim.

‘Avada –’

Harry launched himself across the floor and grabbed the Death Eater around the knees, causing him to topple and his aim to go awry. Neville overturned a desk in his anxiety to help; and pointing his wand wildly at the struggling pair, he cried:

‘EXPELLIARMUS!’

Both Harry’s and the Death Eater’s wands flew out of their hands and soared back towards the entrance to the Hall of Prophecy; both scrambled to their feet and charged after them, the Death Eater in front, Harry hot on his heels, and Neville bringing up the rear, plainly horrorstruck by what he had done.

‘Get out of the way, Harry!’ yelled Neville, clearly determined to repair the damage.

Harry flung himself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted:

‘STUPEFY!’

The jet of red light flew right over the Death Eater’s shoulder and hit a glass-fronted cabinet on the wall full of variously shaped hour-glasses; the cabinet fell to the floor and burst apart, glass flying everywhere, sprang back up on to the wall, fully mended, then fell down again, and shattered –

The Death Eater had snatched up his wand, which lay on the floor beside the glittering bell jar. Harry ducked down behind another desk as the man turned; his mask had slipped so that he couldn’t see. He ripped it off with his free hand and shouted:
‘STUP––’

‘STUPEFY!
’ screamed Hermione, who had just caught up with them. The jet of red light hit the Death Eater in the middle of his chest: he froze, his arm still raised, his wand fell to the floor with a clatter and he collapsed backwards towards the bell jar. Harry expected to hear a
clunk
, for the man to hit solid glass and slide off the jar on to the floor, but instead, his head sank through the surface of the bell jar as though it were nothing but a soap bubble and he came to rest, sprawled on his back on the table, with his head lying inside the jar full of glittering wind.

‘Accio wand!’
cried Hermione. Harry’s wand flew from a dark corner into her hand and she threw it to him.

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Right, let’s get out of –’

‘Look out!’ said Neville, horrified. He was staring at the Death Eater’s head in the bell jar.

All three of them raised their wands again, but none of them struck: they were all gazing, open-mouthed, appalled, at what was happening to the man’s head.

It was shrinking very fast, growing balder and balder, the black hair and stubble retracting into his skull; his cheeks becoming smooth, his skull round and covered with a peachlike fuzz …

A baby’s head now sat grotesquely on top of the thick, muscled neck of the Death Eater as he struggled to get up again; but even as they watched, their mouths open, the head began to swell to its previous proportions again; thick black hair was sprouting from the pate and chin …

‘It’s Time,’ said Hermione in an awestruck voice.
‘Time …’

The Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to clear it, but before he could pull himself together it began to shrink back to babyhood once more …

There was a shout from a room nearby, then a crash and a scream.

‘RON?’ Harry yelled, turning quickly from the monstrous transformation taking place before them. ‘GINNY? LUNA?’

‘Harry!’ Hermione screamed.

The Death Eater had pulled his head out of the bell jar. His appearance was utterly bizarre, his tiny baby’s head bawling loudly while his thick arms flailed dangerously in all directions, narrowly missing Harry, who had ducked. Harry raised his wand but to his amazement Hermione seized his arm.

‘You can’t hurt a baby!’

There was no time to argue the point; Harry could hear more footsteps growing louder from the Hall of Prophecy and knew, too late, that he ought not to have shouted and given away their position.

‘
Come on!’ he said, and leaving the ugly baby-headed Death Eater staggering behind them they took off for the door that stood open at the other end of the room, leading back into the black hallway.

They had run halfway towards it when Harry saw through the open door two more Death Eaters running across the black room towards them; veering left, he burst instead into a small, dark, cluttered office and slammed the door behind them.

‘Collo—’
began Hermione, but before she could complete the spell the door had burst open and the two Death Eaters had come hurtling inside.

With a cry of triumph, both yelled:

‘IMPEDIMENTA!’

Harry, Hermione and Neville were all knocked backwards off their feet; Neville was thrown over the desk and disappeared from view; Hermione smashed into a bookcase and was promptly deluged in a cascade of heavy books; the back of Harry’s head slammed into the stone wall behind him, tiny lights burst in front of his eyes and for a moment he was too dizzy and bewildered to react.

‘WE’VE GOT HIM!’ yelled the Death Eater nearest Harry. ‘IN AN OFFICE OFF––’

‘Silencio!’
cried Hermione and the man’s voice was extinguished. He continued to mouth through the hole in his mask, but no sound came out. He was thrust aside by his fellow Death Eater.

‘Petrificus Totalus!’
shouted Harry, as the second Death Eater raised his wand. His arms and legs snapped together and he fell forwards, face down on to the rug at Harry’s feet, stiff as a board and unable to move.

‘Well done, Ha––’

But the Death Eater Hermione had just struck dumb made a sudden slashing movement with his wand; a streak of what looked like purple flame passed right across Hermione’s chest. She gave a tiny ‘Oh!’ as though of surprise and crumpled on to the floor, where she lay motionless.

‘HERMIONE!’

Harry fell to his knees beside her as Neville crawled rapidly towards her from under the desk, his wand held up in front of him. The Death Eater kicked out hard at Neville’s head as he emerged – his foot broke Neville’s wand in two and connected with his face. Neville gave a howl of pain and recoiled, clutching his mouth and nose. Harry twisted around, his own wand held high, and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wand directly at Harry, who recognised the long, pale, twisted face from the
Daily Prophet
: Antonin Dolohov, the wizard who had murdered the Prewetts.

Dolohov grinned. With his free hand, he pointed from the prophecy still clutched in Harry’s hand, to himself, then at Hermione. Though he could no longer speak, his meaning could not have been clearer. Give me the prophecy, or you get the same as her …

‘Like you won’t kill us all anyway, the moment I hand it over!’ said Harry.

A whine of panic inside his head was preventing him thinking properly: he had one hand on Hermione’s shoulder, which was still warm, yet did not dare look at her properly
. Don’t let her be dead, don’t let her be dead, it’s my fault if she’s dead …

‘Whaddever you do, Harry,’ said Neville fiercely from under the desk, lowering his hands to show a clearly broken nose and blood pouring down his mouth and chin, ‘don’d gib it to him!’

Then there was a crash outside the door and Dolohov looked over his shoulder – the baby-headed Death Eater had appeared in the doorway, his head bawling, his great fists still flailing uncontrollably at everything around him. Harry seized his chance:

‘PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!’

The spell hit Dolohov before he could block it and he toppled forwards across his comrade, both of them rigid as boards and unable to move an inch.

‘Hermione,’ Harry said at once, shaking her as the baby-headed Death Eater blundered out of sight again. ‘Hermione, wake up …’

‘Whaddid he do to her?’ said Neville, crawling out from under the desk to kneel at her other side, blood streaming from his rapidly swelling nose.

‘I dunno …’

Neville groped for Hermione’s wrist.

‘Dat’s a pulse, Harry, I’b sure id is.’

Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed.

‘She’s alive?’

‘Yeah, I dink so.’

There was a pause in which Harry listened hard for the sound of more footsteps, but all he could hear were the whimpers and blunderings of the baby-headed Death Eater in the next room.

‘Neville, we’re not far from the exit,’ Harry whispered, ‘we’re right next to that circular room … if we can just get you across it and find the right door before any more Death Eaters come, I’ll bet you can get Hermione up the corridor and into the lift … then you could find someone … raise the alarm …’

‘And whad are you going do do?’ said Neville, mopping his bleeding nose with his sleeve and frowning at Harry.

‘I’ve got to find the others,’ said Harry.

‘Well, I’b going do find dem wid you,’ said Neville firmly.

‘But Hermione –’

‘We’ll dake her wid us,’ said Neville firmly. ‘I’ll carry her – you’re bedder at fighding dem dan I ab –’

He stood up and seized one of Hermione’s arms, glaring at Harry, who hesitated, then grabbed the other and helped hoist Hermione’s limp form over Neville’s shoulders.

‘Wait,’ said Harry, snatching up Hermione’s wand from the floor and shoving it into Neville’s hand, ‘you’d better take this.’

Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly towards the door.

‘My gran’s going do kill be,’ said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, ‘dat was by dad’s old wand.’

Harry stuck his head out of the door and looked around cautiously. The baby-headed Death Eater was screaming and banging into things, toppling grandfather clocks and overturning desks, bawling and confused, while the glass-fronted cabinet that Harry now suspected had contained Time-Turners continued to fall, shatter and repair itself on the wall behind them.

‘He’s never going to notice us,’ he whispered. ‘C’mon … keep close behind me …’

They crept out of the office and back towards the door into the black hallway, which now seemed completely deserted. They walked a few steps forwards, Neville tottering slightly due to Hermione’s weight; the door of the Time Room swung shut behind them and the walls began to rotate once more. The recent blow on the back of Harry’s head seemed to have unsteadied him; he narrowed his eyes, swaying slightly, until the walls stopped moving again. With a sinking heart, Harry saw that Hermione’s fiery crosses had faded from the doors.

‘So which way d’you reck––?’

But before they could make a decision as to which way to try, a door to their right sprang open and three people fell out of it.

‘Ron!’ croaked Harry, dashing towards them. ‘Ginny – are you all –?’

‘Harry,’ said Ron, giggling weakly, lurching forwards, seizing the front of Harry’s robes and gazing at him with unfocused eyes, ‘there you are … ha ha ha … you look funny, Harry … you’re all messed up …’

Ron’s face was very white and something dark was trickling from the corner of his mouth. Next moment his knees had given way, but he still clutched the front of Harry’s robes, so that Harry was pulled into a kind of bow.

‘Ginny?’ Harry said fearfully. ‘What happened?’

But Ginny shook her head and slid down the wall into a sitting position, panting and holding her ankle.

‘I think her ankle’s broken, I heard something crack,’ whispered Luna, who was bending over her and who alone seemed to be unhurt. ‘Four of them chased us into a dark room full of planets; it was a very odd place, some of the time we were just floating in the dark –’

‘Harry, we saw Uranus up close!’ said Ron, still giggling feebly. ‘Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus – ha ha ha –’

A bubble of blood grew at the corner of Ron’s mouth and burst.

‘
–
anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny’s foot, I used the Reductor Curse and blew up Pluto in his face, but …’

Luna gestured hopelessly at Ginny, who was breathing in a very shallow way, her eyes still closed.

‘And what about Ron?’ said Harry fearfully, as Ron continued to giggle, still hanging off the front of Harry’s robes.

‘I don’t know what they hit him with,’ said Luna sadly, ‘but he’s gone a bit funny, I could hardly get him along at all.’

‘Harry,’ said Ron, pulling Harry’s ear down to his mouth and still giggling weakly, ‘you know who this girl is, Harry? She’s Loony … Loony Lovegood … ha ha ha …’