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  ‘He was even hanging around that day I had my hearing,’ said Harry. ‘In the – hang on …’ he said slowly. ‘He was in the Department of Mysteries corridor that day! Your dad said he was probably trying to sneak down and find out what happened in my hearing, but what if –’

  ‘Sturgis!’ gasped Hermione, looking thunderstruck.

  ‘Sorry?’ said Ron, looking bewildered.

  ‘Sturgis Podmore –’ said Hermione breathlessly, ‘arrested for trying to get through a door! Lucius Malfoy must have got him too! I bet he did it the day you saw him there, Harry. Sturgis had Moody’s Invisibility Cloak, right? So, what if he was standing guard by the door, invisible, and Malfoy heard him move – or guessed someone was there – or just did the Imperius Curse on the off-chance there’d be a guard there? So, when Sturgis next had an opportunity – probably when it was his turn on guard duty again – he tried to get into the Department to steal the weapon for Voldemort – Ron, be quiet – but he got caught and sent to Azkaban …’

  She gazed at Harry.

  ‘And now Rookwood’s told Voldemort how to get the weapon?’

  ‘I didn’t hear all the conversation, but that’s what it sounded like,’ said Harry. ‘Rookwood used to work there … maybe Voldemort’ll send Rookwood to do it?’

  Hermione nodded, apparently still lost in thought. Then, quite abruptly, she said, ‘But you shouldn’t have seen this at all, Harry.’

  ‘What?’ he said, taken aback.

  ‘You’re supposed to be learning how to close your mind to this sort of thing,’ said Hermione, suddenly stern.

  ‘I know I am,’ said Harry. ‘But –’

  ‘Well, I think we should just try and forget what you saw,’ said Hermione firmly. ‘And you ought to put in a bit more effort on your Occlumency from now on.’

  The week did not improve as it progressed. Harry received two more ‘D’s in Potions; he was still on tenterhooks that Hagrid might get the sack; and he couldn’t stop himself dwelling on the dream in which he had been Voldemort – though he didn’t bring it up with Ron and Hermione again; he didn’t want another telling-off from Hermione. He wished very much that he could have talked to Sirius about it, but that was out of the question, so he tried to push the matter to the back of his mind.

  Unfortunately, the back of his mind was no longer the secure place it had once been.

  ‘Get up, Potter.’

  A couple of weeks after his dream of Rookwood, Harry was to be found, yet again, kneeling on the floor of Snape’s office, trying to clear his head. He had just been forced, yet again, to relive a stream of very early memories he had not even realised he still had, most of them concerning humiliations Dudley and his gang had inflicted upon him in primary school.

  ‘That last memory,’ said Snape. ‘What was it?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ said Harry, getting wearily to his feet. He was finding it increasingly difficult to disentangle separate memories from the rush of images and sound that Snape kept calling forth. ‘You mean the one where my cousin tried to make me stand in the toilet?’

  ‘No,’ said Snape softly. ‘I mean the one with a man kneeling in the middle of a darkened room …’

  ‘It’s … nothing,’ said Harry.

  Snape’s dark eyes bored into Harry’s. Remembering what Snape had said about eye contact being crucial to Legilimency, Harry blinked and looked away.

  ‘How do that man and that room come to be inside your head, Potter?’ said Snape.

  ‘It –’ said Harry, looking everywhere but at Snape, ‘it was – just a dream I had.’

  ‘A dream?’ repeated Snape.

  There was a pause during which Harry stared fixedly at a large dead frog suspended in a jar of purple liquid.

  ‘You do know why we are here, don’t you, Potter?’ said Snape, in a low, dangerous voice. ‘You do know why I am giving up my evenings to this tedious job?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Harry stiffly.

  ‘Remind me why we are here, Potter.’

  ‘So I can learn Occlumency,’ said Harry, now glaring at a dead eel.

  ‘Correct, Potter. And dim though you may be –’ Harry looked back at Snape, hating him ‘– I would have thought that after over two months of lessons you might have made some progress. How many other dreams about the Dark Lord have you had?’

  ‘Just that one,’ lied Harry.

  ‘Perhaps,’ said Snape, his dark, cold eyes narrowing slightly, ‘perhaps you actually enjoy having these visions and dreams, Potter. Maybe they make you feel special – important?’

  ‘No, they don’t,’ said Harry, his jaw set and his fingers clenched tightly around the handle of his wand.

  ‘That is just as well, Potter,’ said Snape coldly, ‘because you are neither special nor important, and it is not up to you to find out what the Dark Lord is saying to his Death Eaters.’

  ‘No – that’s your job, isn’t it?’ Harry shot at him.

  He had not meant to say it; it had burst out of him in temper. For a long moment they stared at each other, Harry convinced he had gone too far. But there was a curious, almost satisfied expression on Snape’s face when he answered.

  ‘Yes, Potter,’ he said, his eyes glinting. ‘That is my job. Now, if you are ready, we will start again.’

  He raised his wand: ‘One – two – three – Legilimens!’

  A hundred Dementors were swooping towards Harry across the lake in the grounds … he screwed up his face in concentration … they were coming closer … he could see the dark holes beneath their hoods … yet he could also see Snape standing in front of him, his eyes fixed on Harry’s face, muttering under his breath … and somehow, Snape was growing clearer, and the Dementors were growing fainter …

  Harry raised his own wand.

  ‘Protego!’

  Snape staggered – his wand flew upwards, away from Harry – and suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his: a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner … a greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies … a girl was laughing as a scrawny boy tried to mount a bucking broomstick –

  ‘ENOUGH!’

  Harry felt as though he had been pushed hard in the chest; he staggered several steps backwards, hit some of the shelves covering Snape’s walls and heard something crack. Snape was shaking slightly, and was very white in the face.

  The back of Harry’s robes was damp. One of the jars behind him had broken when he fell against it; the pickled slimy thing within was swirling in its draining potion.

  ‘Reparo,’ hissed Snape, and the jar sealed itself at once. ‘Well, Potter … that was certainly an improvement …’ Panting slightly, Snape straightened the Pensieve in which he had again stored some of his thoughts before starting the lesson, almost as though he was checking they were still there. ‘I don’t remember telling you to use a Shield Charm … but there is no doubt that it was effective …’

  Harry did not speak; he felt that to say anything might be dangerous. He was sure he had just broken into Snape’s memories, that he had just seen scenes from Snape’s childhood. It was unnerving to think that the little boy who had been crying as he watched his parents shouting was actually standing in front of him with such loathing in his eyes.

  ‘Let’s try again, shall we?’ said Snape.

  Harry felt a thrill of dread; he was about to pay for what had just happened, he was sure of it. They moved back into position with the desk between them, Harry feeling he was going to find it much harder to empty his mind this time.

  ‘On the count of three, then,’ said Snape, raising his wand once more. ‘One – two –’

  Harry did not have time to gather himself together and attempt to clear his mind before Snape cried, ‘Legilimens!’

  He was hurtling along the corridor towards the Department of Mysteries, past the blank stone walls, past the torches – the plain black do
or was growing ever larger; he was moving so fast he was going to collide with it, he was feet from it and again he could see that chink of faint blue light –

  The door had flown open! He was through it at last, inside a black-walled, black-floored circular room lit with blue-flamed candles, and there were more doors all around him – he needed to go on – but which door ought he to take –?

  ‘POTTER!’

  Harry opened his eyes. He was flat on his back again with no memory of having got there; he was also panting as though he really had run the length of the Department of Mysteries corridor, really had sprinted through the black door and found the circular room.

  ‘Explain yourself!’ said Snape, who was standing over him, looking furious.

  ‘I … dunno what happened,’ said Harry truthfully, standing up. There was a lump on the back of his head from where he had hit the ground and he felt feverish. ‘I’ve never seen that before. I mean, I told you, I’ve dreamed about the door … but it’s never opened before …’

  ‘You are not working hard enough!’

  For some reason, Snape seemed even angrier than he had done two minutes before, when Harry had seen into his teacher’s memories.

  ‘You are lazy and sloppy, Potter, it is small wonder that the Dark Lord –’

  ‘Can you tell me something, sir?’ said Harry, firing up again. ‘Why do you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I’ve only ever heard Death Eaters call him that.’

  Snape opened his mouth in a snarl – and a woman screamed from somewhere outside the room.

  Snape’s head jerked upwards; he was gazing at the ceiling.

  ‘What the –?’ he muttered.

  Harry could hear a muffled commotion coming from what he thought might be the Entrance Hall. Snape looked round at him, frowning.

  ‘Did you see anything unusual on your way down here, Potter?’

  Harry shook his head. Somewhere above them, the woman screamed again. Snape strode to his office door, his wand still held at the ready, and swept out of sight. Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed.

  The screams were indeed coming from the Entrance Hall; they grew louder as Harry ran towards the stone steps leading up from the dungeons. When he reached the top he found the Entrance Hall packed; students had come flooding out of the Great Hall, where dinner was still in progress, to see what was going on; others had crammed themselves on to the marble staircase. Harry pushed forwards through a knot of tall Slytherins and saw that the onlookers had formed a great ring, some of them looking shocked, others even frightened. Professor McGonagall was directly opposite Harry on the other side of the Hall; she looked as though what she was watching made her feel faintly sick.

  Professor Trelawney was standing in the middle of the Entrance Hall with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad. Her hair was sticking up on end, her glasses were lopsided so that one eye was magnified more than the other; her innumerable shawls and scarves were trailing haphazardly from her shoulders, giving the impression that she was falling apart at the seams. Two large trunks lay on the floor beside her, one of them upside-down; it looked very much as though it had been thrown down the stairs after her. Professor Trelawney was staring, apparently terrified, at something Harry could not see but which seemed to be standing at the foot of the stairs.

  ‘No!’ she shrieked. ‘NO! This cannot be happening … it cannot … I refuse to accept it!’

  ‘You didn’t realise this was coming?’ said a high girlish voice, sounding callously amused, and Harry, moving slightly to his right, saw that Trelawney’s terrifying vision was nothing other than Professor Umbridge. ‘Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow’s weather, you must surely have realised that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable that you would be sacked?’

  ‘You c – can’t!’ howled Professor Trelawney, tears streaming down her face from behind her enormous lenses, ‘you c – can’t sack me! I’ve b – been here sixteen years! H – Hogwarts is m – my h – home!’

  ‘It was your home,’ said Professor Umbridge, and Harry was revolted to see the enjoyment stretching her toadlike face as she watched Professor Trelawney sink, sobbing uncontrollably, on to one of her trunks, ‘until an hour ago, when the Minister for Magic countersigned your Order of Dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this Hall. You are embarrassing us.’

  But she stood and watched, with an expression of gloating enjoyment, as Professor Trelawney shuddered and moaned, rocking backwards and forwards on her trunk in paroxysms of grief. Harry heard a muffled sob to his left and looked around. Lavender and Parvati were both crying quietly, their arms round each other. Then he heard footsteps. Professor McGonagall had broken away from the spectators, marched straight up to Professor Trelawney and was patting her firmly on the back while withdrawing a large handkerchief from within her robes.

  ‘There, there, Sybill … calm down … blow your nose on this … it’s not as bad as you think, now … you are not going to have to leave Hogwarts …’

  ‘Oh really, Professor McGonagall?’ said Umbridge in a deadly voice, taking a few steps forward. ‘And your authority for that statement is … ?’

  ‘That would be mine,’ said a deep voice.

  The oaken front doors had swung open. Students beside them scuttled out of the way as Dumbledore appeared in the entrance. What he had been doing out in the grounds Harry could not imagine, but there was something impressive about the sight of him framed in the doorway against an oddly misty night. Leaving the doors wide open behind him he strode forwards through the circle of onlookers towards Professor Trelawney, tear-stained and trembling, on her trunk, Professor McGonagall alongside her.

  ‘Yours, Professor Dumbledore?’ said Umbridge, with a singularly unpleasant little laugh. ‘I’m afraid you do not understand the position. I have here –’ she pulled a parchment scroll from within her robes ‘– an Order of Dismissal signed by myself and the Minister for Magic. Under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, place upon probation and sack any teacher she – that is to say, I – feel is not performing to the standards required by the Ministry of Magic. I have decided that Professor Trelawney is not up to scratch. I have dismissed her.’

  To Harry’s very great surprise, Dumbledore continued to smile. He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing and choking on her trunk, and said, ‘You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid,’ he went on, with a courteous little bow, ‘that the power to do that still resides with the Headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continue to live at Hogwarts.’

  At this, Professor Trelawney gave a wild little laugh in which a hiccough was barely hidden.

  ‘No – no, I’ll g – go, Dumbledore! I sh – shall – leave Hogwarts and s – seek my fortune elsewhere –’

  ‘No,’ said Dumbledore sharply. ‘It is my wish that you remain, Sybill.’

  He turned to Professor McGonagall.

  ‘Might I ask you to escort Sybill back upstairs, Professor McGonagall?’

  ‘Of course,’ said McGonagall. ‘Up you get, Sybill …’

  Professor Sprout came hurrying forwards out of the crowd and grabbed Professor Trelawney’s other arm. Together, they guided her past Umbridge and up the marble stairs. Professor Flitwick went scurrying after them, his wand held out before him; he squeaked ‘Locomotor trunks!’ and Professor Trelawney’s luggage rose into the air and proceeded up the staircase after her, Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear.

  Professor Umbridge was standing stock-still, staring at Dumbledore, who continued to smile benignly.

  ‘And what,’ she said, in a whisper that carried all around the Entrance Hall, ‘are you going to do with her once I appoint a
new Divination teacher who needs her lodgings?’

  ‘Oh, that won’t be a problem,’ said Dumbledore pleasantly. ‘You see, I have already found us a new Divination teacher, and he will prefer lodgings on the ground floor.’

  ‘You’ve found –?’ said Umbridge shrilly. ‘You’ve found? Might I remind you, Dumbledore, that under Educational Decree Number Twenty-two –’

  ‘The Ministry has the right to appoint a suitable candidate if – and only if – the Headmaster is unable to find one,’ said Dumbledore. ‘And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you?’

  He turned to face the open front doors, through which night mist was now drifting. Harry heard hooves. There was a shocked murmur around the Hall and those nearest the doors hastily moved even further backwards, some of them tripping over in their haste to clear a path for the newcomer.

  Through the mist came a face Harry had seen once before on a dark, dangerous night in the Forbidden Forest: white-blond hair and astonishingly blue eyes; the head and torso of a man joined to the palomino body of a horse.

  ‘This is Firenze,’ said Dumbledore happily to a thunderstruck Umbridge. ‘I think you’ll find him suitable.’

  — CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN —

  The Centaur and the Sneak

  ‘I’ll bet you wish you hadn’t given up Divination now, don’t you, Hermione?’ asked Parvati, smirking.

 

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