Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince 14

Leanne shook with renewed sobs. Hermione patted her shoulder gently.

She didnt say whod given it to her, Leanne?

No she wouldnt tell me and I said she was being stupid and not to take it up to school, but she just wouldnt listen and and then I tried to grab it from her and and

Leanne let out a wail of despair.

Wed better get up to school, said Hermione, her arm still around Leanne. Well be able to find out how she is. Come on

Harry hesitated for a moment, then pulled his scarf from around his face and, ignoring Rons gasp, carefully covered the necklace in it and picked it up.

Well need to show this to Madam Pomfrey, he said.

As they followed Hermione and Leanne up the road, Harry was thinking furiously. They had just entered the grounds when he spoke, unable to keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

Malfoy knows about this necklace. It was in a case at Borgin and Burkes four years ago, I saw him having a good look at it while I was hiding from him and his dad. This is what he was buying that day when we followed him! He remembered it and he went back for it! ,

I I dunno, Harry, said Ron hesitantly. Loads of people go to Borgin and Burkes and didnt that girl say Katie got it in the girls bathroom?

She said she came back from the bathroom with it, she didnt necessarily get it in the bathroom itself

McGonagall! said Ron warningly.

Harry looked up. Sure enough, Professor McGonagall was hurrying down the stone steps through swirling sleet to meet them.

Hagrid says you four saw what happened to Katie Bell upstairs to my office at once, please! Whats that youre holding, Potter?

Its the thing she touched, said Harry.

Good lord, said Professor McGonagall, looking alarmed as she took the necklace from Harry. No, no, Filch, theyre with me! she added hastily, as Filch came shuffling eagerly across the entrance hall holding his Secrecy Sensor aloft. Take this necklace to Professor Snape at once, but be sure not to touch it, keep it wrapped in the scarf!

Harry and the others followed Professor McGonagall upstairs and into her office. The sleet-spattered windows were rattling in their frames, and the room was chilly despite the fire crackling in the grate. Professor McGonagall closed the door and swept around her desk to face Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the still sobbing Leanne.

Well? she said sharply. What happened?

Haltingly, and with many pauses while she attempted to control her crying, Leanne told Professor McGonagall how Katie had gone to the bathroom in the Three Broomsticks and returned holding the unmarked package, how Katie had seemed a little odd, and how they had argued about the advisability of agreeing to deliver unknown objects, the argument culminating in the tussle over the parcel, which tore open. At this point, Leanne was so overcome, there was no getting another word out of her.

All right, said Professor McGonagall, not unkindly, go up to the hospital wing, please, Leanne, and get Madam Pomfrey to give you something for shock.

When she had left the room, Professor McGonagall turned back to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

What happened when Katie touched the necklace?

She rose up in the air, said Harry, before either Ron or Hermione could speak, and then began to scream, and collapsed. Professor, can I see Professor Dumbledore, please?

The headmaster is away until Monday, Potter, said Professor McGonagall, looking surprised.

Away? Harry repeated angrily.

Yes, Potter, away! said Professor McGonagall tartly. But anything you have to say about this horrible business can be said to me, Im sure!

For a split second, Harry hesitated. Professor McGonagall did not invite confidences; Dumbledore, though in many ways more intimidating, still seemed less likely to scorn a theory, however wild. This was a life-and-death matter, though, and no moment to worry about being laughed at.

I think Draco Malfoy gave Katie that necklace, Professor.

On one side of him, Ron rubbed his nose in apparent embarrassment; on the other, Hermione shuffled her feet as though quite keen to put a bit of distance between herself and Harry.

That is a very serious accusation, Potter, said Professor McGonagall, after a shocked pause. Do you have any proof?

No, said Harry, but and he told her about following Malfoy to Borgin and Burkes and the conversation they had overheard between him and Mr. Borgin.

When he had finished speaking, Professor McGonagall looked slightly confused.

Malfoy took something to Borgin and Burkes for repair?

No, Professor, he just wanted Borgin to tell him how to mend something, he didnt have it with him. But thats not the point, the thing is that he bought something at the same time, and I think it was that necklace

You saw Malfoy leaving the shop with a similar package?

No, Professor, he told Borgin to keep it in the shop for him

But Harry, Hermione interrupted, Borgin asked him if he wanted to take it with him, and Malfoy said no

Because he didnt want to touch it, obviously! said Harry angrily.

What he actually said was, How would I look carrying that down the street? said Hermione.

Well, he would look a bit of a prat carrying a necklace, interjected Ron.

Oh, Ron, said Hermione despairingly, it would be all wrapped up, so he wouldnt have to touch it, and quite easy to hide inside a cloak, so nobody would see it! I think whatever he reserved at Borgin and Burkes was noisy or bulky, something he knew would draw attention to him if he carried it down the street and in any case, she pressed on loudly, before Harry could interrupt, I asked Borgin about the necklace, dont you remember? When I went in to try and find out what Malfoy had asked him to keep, I saw it there. And Borgin just told me the price, he didnt say it was already sold or anything

Well, you were being really obvious, he realized what you were up to within about five seconds, of course he wasnt going to tell you anyway, Malfoy couldve sent off for it since

Thats enough! said Professor McGonagall, as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, looking furious. Potter, I appreciate you telling me this, but we cannot point the finger of blame at Mr. Malfoy purely because he visited the shop where this necklace might have been purchased. The same is probably true of hundreds of people

thats what I said muttered Ron.

and in any case, we have put stringent security measures in place this year. I do not believe that necklace can possibly have entered this school without our knowledge


and what is more, said Professor McGonagall, with an air of awful finality, Mr. Malfoy was not in Hogsmeade today.

Harry gaped at her, deflating.

How do you know, Professor?

Because he was doing detention with me. He has now failed to complete his Transfiguration homework twice in a row. So, thank you for telling me your suspicions, Potter, she said as she marched past them, but I need to go up to the hospital wing now to check on Katie Bell. Good day to you all.

She held open her office door. They had no choice but to file past her without another word.

Harry was angry with the other two for siding with McGonagall; nevertheless, he felt compelled to join in once they started discussing what had happened.

So who do you reckon Katie was supposed to give the necklace to? asked Ron, as they climbed the stairs to the common room.

Goodness only knows, said Hermione. But whoever it was has had a narrow escape. No one could have opened that package without touching the necklace.

It couldve been meant for loads of people, said Harry. Dumbledore the Death Eaters would love to get rid of him, he must be one of their top targets. Or Slughorn Dumbledore reckons Voldemort really wanted him and they cant be pleased that hes sided with Dumbledore. Or

Or you, said Hermione, looking troubled.

Couldnt have been, said Harry, or Katie wouldve just turned around in the lane and given it to me, wouldnt she? I was behind her all the way out of the Three Broomsticks. It would have made much more sense to deliver the parcel outside Hogwarts, what with Filch searching everyone who goes in and out. I wonder why Malfoy told her to take it into the castle?

Harry, Malfoy wasnt in Hogsmeade! said Hermione, actually stamping her foot in frustration.

He must have used an accomplice, then, said Harry. Crabbe or Goyle or, come to think of it, another Death Eater, hell have loads better cronies than Crabbe and Goyle now hes joined up

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks that plainly said Theres no point arguing with him.

Dilligrout, said Hermione firmly as they reached the Fat Lady.

The portrait swung open to admit them to the common room. It was quite full and smelled of damp clothing; many people seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early because of the bad weather. There was no buzz of fear or speculation, however: Clearly, the news of Katies fate had not yet spread.

It wasnt a very slick attack, really, when you stop and think about it, said Ron, casually turfing a first year out of one of the good armchairs by the fire so that he could sit down. The curse didnt even make it into the castle. Not what youd call foolproof.

Youre right, said Hermione, prodding Ron out of the chair with her foot and offering it to the first year again. It wasnt very well thought-out at all.

But since when has Malfoy been one of the worlds great thinkers? asked Harry.

Neither Ron nor Hermione answered him.



CHAPTER 13: The Secret Riddle



Katie was removed to St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries the following day, by which time the news that she had been cursed had spread all over the school, though the details were confused and nobody other than Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Leanne seemed to know that Katie herself had not been the intended target.

Oh, and Malfoy knows, of course, said Harry to Ron and Hermione, who continued their new policy of feigning deafness whenever Harry mentioned his Malfoy-Is-a-Death-Eater theory.

Harry had wondered whether Dumbledore would return from wherever he had been in time for Monday nights lesson, but having had no word to the contrary, he presented himself outside Dumbledores office at eight oclock, knocked, and was told to enter. There sat Dumbledore looking unusually tired; his hand was as black and burned as ever, but he smiled when he gestured to Harry to sit down. The Pensieve was sitting on the desk again, casting silvery specks of light over the ceiling.

You have had a busy time while I have been away, Dumbledore said. I believe you witnessed Katies accident.

Yes, sir. How is she?

Still very unwell, although she was relatively lucky. She appears to have brushed the necklace with the smallest possible amount of skin; there was a tiny hole in her glove. Had she put it on, had she even held it in her ungloved hand, she would have died, perhaps instantly. Luckily Professor Snape was able to do enough to prevent a rapid spread of the curse

Why him? asked Harry quickly. Why not Madam Pomfrey?

Impertinent, said a soft voice from one of the portraits on the wall, and Phineas Nigellus Black, Siriuss great-great-grandfather, raised his head from his arms where he had appeared to be sleeping. I would not have permitted a student to question the way Hogwarts operated in my day.

Yes, thank you, Phineas, said Dumbledore quellingly. Professor Snape knows much more about the Dark Arts than Madam Pomfrey, Harry. Anyway, the St. Mungos staff are sending me hourly reports, and I am hopeful that Katie will make a full recovery in time.

Where were you this weekend, sir? Harry asked, disregarding a strong feeling that he might be pushing his luck, a feeling apparently shared by Phineas Nigellus, who hissed softly.

I would rather not say just now, said Dumbledore. However, I shall tell you in due course.

You will? said Harry, startled.

Yes, I expect so, said Dumbledore, withdrawing a fresh bottle of silver memories from inside his robes and uncorking it with a prod of his wand.

Sir, said Harry tentatively, I met Mundungus in Hogsmeade.

Ah yes, I am already aware that Mundungus has been treating your inheritance with light-fingered contempt, said Dumbledore, frowning a little. He has gone to ground since you accosted him outside the Three Broomsticks; I rather think he dreads facing me. However, rest assured that he will not be making away with any more of Siriuss old possessions.

That mangy old half-blood has been stealing Black heirlooms? said Phineas Nigellus, incensed; and he stalked out of his frame, undoubtedly to visit his portrait in number twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Professor, said Harry, after a short pause, did Professor McGonagall tell you what I told her after Katie got hurt? About Draco Malfoy?

She told me of your suspicions, yes, said Dumbledore.

And do you ?

I shall take all appropriate measures to investigate anyone who might have had a hand in Katies accident, said Dumbledore. But what concerns me now, Harry, is our lesson.

Harry felt slightly resentful at this: If their lessons were so very important, why had there been such a long gap between the first and second? However, he said no more about Draco Malfoy, but watched as Dumbledore poured the fresh memories into the Pensieve and began swirling the stone basin once more between his long-fingered hands.

You will remember, I am sure, that we left the tale of Lord Voldemorts beginnings at the point where the handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle, had abandoned his witch wife, Merope, and returned to his family home in Little Hangleton. Merope was left alone in London, expecting the baby who would one day become Lord Voldemort.

How do you know she was in London, sir?

Because of the evidence of one Caractacus Burke, said Dumbledore, who, by an odd coincidence, helped found the very shop whence came the necklace we have just been discussing.

He swilled the contents of the Pensieve as Harry had seen him swill them before, much as a gold prospector sifts for gold. Up out of the swirling, silvery mass rose a little old man revolving slowly in the Pensieve, silver as a ghost but much more solid, with a thatch of hair that completely covered his eyes.

Yes, we acquired it in curious circumstances. It was brought in by a young witch just before Christmas, oh, many years ago now. She said she needed the gold badly, well, that much was obvious. Covered in rags and pretty far along Going to have a baby, see. She said the locket had been Slytherins. Well, we hear that sort of story all the time, Oh, this was Merlins, this was, his favorite teapot, but when I looked at it, it had his mark all right, and a few simple spells were enough to tell me the truth. Of course, that made it near enough priceless. She didnt seem to have any idea how much it was worth. Happy to get ten Galleons for it. Best bargain we ever made!

Dumbledore gave the Pensieve an extra-vigorous shake and Caractacus Burke descended back into the swirling mass of memory from whence he had come.

He only gave her ten Galleons? said Harry indignantly.

Caractacus Burke was not famed for his generosity, said Dumbledore. So we know that, near the end of her pregnancy, Merope was alone in London and in desperate need of gold, desperate enough to sell her one and only valuable possession, the locket that was one of Marvolos treasured family heirlooms.

But she could do magic! said Harry impatiently. She could have got food and everything for herself by magic, couldnt she?

Ah, said Dumbledore, perhaps she could. But it is my beliefI am guessing again, but I am sure I am right that when her husband abandoned her, Merope stopped using magic. I do not think that she wanted to be a witch any longer. Of course, it is also possible that her unrequited love and the attendant despair sapped her of her powers; that can happen. In any case, as you are about to see, Merope refused to raise her wand even to save her own life.

She wouldnt even stay alive for her son?

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. Could you possibly be feeling sorry for Lord Voldemort?

No, said Harry quickly, but she had a choice, didnt she, not like my mother

Your mother had a choice too, said Dumbledore gently. Yes, Merope Riddle chose death in spite of a son who needed her, but do not judge her too harshly, Harry. She was greatly weakened by long suffering and she never had your mothers courage. And now, if you will stand

Where are we going? Harry asked, as Dumbledore joined him at the front of the desk.

This time, said Dumbledore, we are going to enter my memory. I think you will find it both rich in detail and satisfyingly accurate. After you, Harry

Harry bent over the Pensieve; his face broke the cool surface of the memory and then he was falling through darkness again Seconds later, his feet hit firm ground; he opened his eyes and found that he and Dumbledore were standing in a bustling, old-fashioned London street.

There I am, said Dumbledore brightly, pointing ahead of them to a tall figure crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

This younger Albus Dumbledores long hair and beard were auburn. Having reached their side of the street, he strode off along the pavement, drawing many curious glances due to the flamboyantly cut suit of plum velvet that he was wearing.

Nice suit, sir, said Harry, before he could stop himself, but Dumbledore merely chuckled as they followed his younger self a short distance, finally passing through a set of iron gates into a bare courtyard that fronted a rather grim, square building surrounded by high railings. He mounted the few steps leading to the front door and knocked once. After a moment or two, the door was opened by a scruffy girl wearing an apron.

Good afternoon. I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, who, I believe, is the matron here?

Oh, said the bewildered-looking girl, taking in Dumbledores eccentric appearance. Um just a mo MRS. COLE! she bellowed over her shoulder.

Harry heard a distant voice shouting something in response. The girl turned back to Dumbledore. Come in, shes on er way.

Dumbledore stepped into a hallway tiled in black and white; the whole place was shabby but spotlessly clean. Harry and the older Dumbledore followed. Before the front door had closed behind them, a skinny, harassed-looking woman came scurrying toward them. She had a sharp-featured face that appeared more anxious than unkind, and she was talking over her shoulder to another aproned helper as she walked toward Dumbledore.

and take the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs has been picking his scabs and Eric Whalleys oozing all over his sheets chicken pox on top of everything else, she said to nobody in particular, and then her eyes fell upon Dumbledore and she stopped dead in her tracks, looking as astonished as if a giraffe had just crossed her threshold.

Good afternoon, said Dumbledore, holding out his hand. Mrs. Cole simply gaped.

My name is Albus Dumbledore. I sent you a letter requesting an appointment and you very kindly invited me here today.

Mrs. Cole blinked. Apparently deciding that Dumbledore was not a hallucination, she said feebly, Oh yes. Well well then youd better come into my room. Yes.

She led Dumbledore into a small room that seemed part sitting room, part office. It was as shabby as the hallway and the furniture was old and mismatched. She invited Dumbledore to sit on a rickety chair and seated herself behind a cluttered desk, eyeing him nervously.

I am here, as I told you in my letter, to discuss Tom Riddle and arrangements for his future, said Dumbledore.

Are you family? asked Mrs. Cole.

No, I am a teacher, said Dumbledore. I have come to offer Tom a place at my school.

What schools this, then?

It is called Hogwarts, said Dumbledore.

And how come youre interested in Tom?

We believe he has qualities we are looking for.

You mean hes won a scholarship? How can he have done? Hes never been entered for one.

Well, his name has been down for our school since birth

Who registered him? His parents?

There was no doubt that Mrs. Cole was an inconveniently sharp woman. Apparently Dumbledore thought so too, for Harry now saw him slip his wand out of the pocket of his velvet suit, at the same time picking up a piece of perfectly blank paper from Mrs. Coles desktop.

Here, said Dumbledore, waving his wand once as he passed her the piece of paper, I think this will make everything clear.

Mrs. Coles eyes slid out of focus and back again as she gazed intently at the blank paper for a moment.

That seems perfectly in order, she said placidly, handing it back. Then her eyes fell upon a bottle of gin and two glasses that had certainly not been present a few seconds before.

Er may I offer you a glass of gin? she said in an extra-refined voice.

Thank you very much, said Dumbledore, beaming.

It soon became clear that Mrs. Cole was no novice when it came to gin drinking. Pouring both of them a generous measure, she drained her own glass in one gulp. Smacking her lips frankly, she smiled at Dumbledore for the first time, and he didnt hesitate to press his advantage.

I was wondering whether you could tell me anything of Tom Riddles history? I think he was born here in the orphanage?

Thats right, said Mrs. Cole, helping herself to more gin. I remember it clear as anything, because Id just started here myself. New Years Eve and bitter cold, snowing, you know. Nasty night. And this girl, not much older than I was myself at the time, came staggering up the front steps. Well, she wasnt the first. We took her in, and she had the baby within the hour. And she was dead in another hour.

Mrs. Cole nodded impressively and took another generous gulp of gin.

Did she say anything before she died? asked Dumbledore. Anything about the boys father, for instance?

Now, as it happens, she did, said Mrs. Cole, who seemed to be rather enjoying herself now, with the gin in her hand and an eager audience for her story. I remember she said to me, I hope he looks like his papa, and I wont lie, she was right to hope it, because she was no beauty and then she told me he was to be named Tom, for his father, and Marvolo, for her father yes, I know, funny name, isnt it? We wondered whether she came from a circus and she said the boys surname was to be Riddle. And she died soon after that without another word.

Well, we named him just as shed said, it seemed so important to the poor girl, but no Tom nor Marvolo nor any kind of Riddle ever came looking for him, nor any family at all, so he stayed in the orphanage and hes been here ever since.

Mrs. Cole helped herself, almost absentmindedly, to another healthy measure of gin. Two pink spots had appeared high on her cheekbones. Then she said, Hes a funny boy.

Yes, said Dumbledore. I thought he might be.

He was a funny baby too. He hardly ever cried, you know. And then, when he got a little older, he was odd.

Odd in what way? asked Dumbledore gently.

Well, he

But Mrs. Cole pulled up short, and there was nothing blurry or vague about the inquisitorial glance she shot Dumbledore over her gin glass.

Hes definitely got a place at your school, you say?

Definitely, said Dumbledore.

And nothing I say can change that?

Nothing, said Dumbledore.

Youll be taking him away, whatever?

Whatever, repeated Dumbledore gravely.

She squinted at him as though deciding whether or not to trust him. Apparently she decided she could, because she said in a sudden rush, He scares the other children.

You mean he is a bully? asked Dumbledore.

I think he must be, said Mrs. Cole, frowning slightly, but its very hard to catch him at it. There have been incidents Nasty things

Dumbledore did not press her, though Harry could tell that he was interested. She took yet another gulp of gin and her rosy cheeks grew rosier still.

Billy Stubbss rabbit well, Tom said he didnt do it and I dont see how he could have done, but even so, it didnt hang itself from the rafters, did it?

I shouldnt think so, no, said Dumbledore quietly.

But Im jiggered if I know how he got up there to do it. All I know is he and Billy had argued the day before. And then Mrs. Cole took another swig of gin, slopping a little over her chin this time on the summer outing we take them out, you know, once a year, to the countryside or to the seaside well, Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop were never quite right afterwards, and all we ever got out of them was that theyd gone into a cave with Tom Riddle. He swore theyd just gone exploring, but something happened in there, Im sure of it. And, well, there have been a lot of things, funny things

She looked around at Dumbledore again, and though her cheeks were flushed, her gaze was steady. I dont think many people will be sorry to see the back of him.

You understand, Im sure, that we will not be keeping him permanently? said Dumbledore. He will have to return here, at the very least, every summer.

Oh, well, thats better than a whack on the nose with a rusty poker, said Mrs. Cole with a slight hiccup. She got to her feet, and Harry was impressed to see that she was quite steady, even though two-thirds of the gin was now gone. I suppose youd like to see him?

Very much, said Dumbledore, rising too.

She led him out of her office and up the stone stairs, calling out instructions and admonitions to helpers and children as she passed. The orphans, Harry saw, were all wearing the same kind of grayish tunic. They looked reasonably well-cared for, but there was no denying that this was a grim place in which to grow up.

Here we are, said Mrs. Cole, as they turned off the second landing and stopped outside the first door in a long corridor. She knocked twice and entered.

Tom? Youve got a visitor. This is Mr. Dumberton sorry, Dunderbore. Hes come to tell you well, Ill let him do it.

Harry and the two Dumbledores entered the room, and Mrs. Cole closed the door on them. It was a small bare room with nothing in it except an old wardrobe and an iron bedstead. A boy was sitting on top of the gray blankets, his legs stretched out in front of him, holding a book.

There was no trace of the Gaunts in Tom Riddles face. Merope had got her dying wish: He was his handsome father in miniature, tall for eleven years old, dark-haired, and pale. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in Dumbledores eccentric appearance. There was a moments silence.

How do you do, Tom? said Dumbledore, walking forward and holding out his hand.

The boy hesitated, then took it, and they shook hands. Dumbledore drew up the hard wooden chair beside Riddle, so that the pair of them looked rather like a hospital patient and visitor.

I am Professor Dumbledore.

Professor? repeated Riddle. He looked wary. Is that like doctor? What are you here for? Did she get you in to have a look at me?

He was pointing at the door through which Mrs. Cole had just left.

No, no, said Dumbledore, smiling.

I dont believe you, said Riddle. She wants me looked at, doesnt she? Tell the truth!

He spoke the last three words with a ringing force that was almost shocking. It was a command, and it sounded as though he had given it many times before. His eyes had widened and he was glaring at Dumbledore, who made no response except to continue smiling pleasantly. After a few seconds Riddle stopped glaring, though he looked, if anything, warier still.

Who are you?

I have told you. My name is Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I have come to offer you a place at my school your new school, if you would like to come.

Riddles reaction to this was most surprising. He leapt from the bed and backed away from Dumbledore, looking furious.

You cant kid me! The asylum, thats where youre from, isnt it? Professor, yes, of course well, Im not going, see? That old cats the one who should be in the asylum. I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, theyll tell you!

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