| He set it down and returned to the hall, and as he did so, he felt his scar pulse angrily, and then flashed across his mind, swift as the reflection of a dragonfly over water, the outline of a building he knew extremely well
Bill and Fleur were standing at the foot of the stairs
"I need to speak to Griphook and Ollivander," Harry said"You will 'ave to wait, 'ArryZey are both too tired -"
"I'm sorry," he said without heat, "but it can't waitI need to talk to them nowPrivately - and separately
"Harry, what the hell's going on?" asked Bill"You turn up here with a dead house-elf and a half-conscious goblin, Hermione looks as though she's been tortured, and Ron's just refused to tell me anything chanel purses and handbags -"
"We can't tell you what we're doing," said Harry flatly"You're in the Order, Bill, you know Dumbledore left us a missionWe're not supposed to talk about it to anyone else
Fleur made an impatient noise, but Bill did not look at her; he was staring at HarryHis deeply scarred face was hard to readFinally, Bill said, "All rightWho do you want to talk to first?"
Harry hesitatedHe knew what hung on his decisionThere was hardly any time left; now was the moment to decide: Horcruxes or Hallows?
"Griphook," Harry said"I'll speak to Griphook first
His heart was racing as if he had been sprinting and had just cleared an enormous obstacle
"Up here, then," said Bill, leading the way
Harry had walked dolce |