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Monday, January 25, 2010 - "Yeah, let's go to AlbaniaShouldn't take more...

"Yeah, let's go to AlbaniaShouldn't take more than an afternoon to search an entire country," said Ron sarcastically "There can't be anything thereHe'd already made five of his Horcruxes before he went into exile, and Dumbledore was certain the snake is the sixth," said Hermione"We know the snake's not in Albania, it's usually with Vol\a151" "Didn't I ask you to stop say that?" "Fine! The snake is usually with You-Know-Who\a151happy?" "Not particularly "I can't see him hiding anything at Borgin and Burkes said Harry, who had made this point many times before, but said it again simply to break the nasty silence"Borgin and Burke were experts at Dark objects, they would've recognized a Horcrux straightaway Ron yawned pointedlyRepressing a strong urge to throw something at him, Harry plowed on, "I still reckon he might have hidden something at Hogwarts "But Dumbledore would have found it, Harry!" Harry repeated the argument he kept bringing out in favor of this theory "Dumbledore said in front of me that he never assumed he knew all of Hogwart's secretsI'm telling you, if there was one place Vol\a151" "Oi!" "YOU-KNOW-WHO, then!" Harry shouted, goaded prada clutch past endurance"If there was one place that was really important to You-Know-Who, it was Hogwarts!" "Oh, come on," scoffed Ron"His school?" "Yeah, his school! It was his first real home, the place that meant he was special: it meant everything to him, and even after he left\a151" "This is You-Know-Who we're talking about, right? Not you?" inquired RonHe was tugging at the chain of the Horcrux around his neck; Harry was visited by a desire to seize it and throttle him "You told us that You-Know-Who asked Dumbledore to give him a job after he left," said Hermione "That's right," said Harry "And Dumbledore thought he only wanted to come back to try and find something, probably another founder's object, to make into another Horcrux?" "Yeah," said Harry "But he didn't get the job, did he?" said Hermione"So he never got the chance to find a founder's object there and hide it in the school!" "Okay, then," said Harry, defeated Without any other leads, they traveled into London and, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, search for the orphanage in which Voldemort had been raisedHermione stole into a library and discovered from their records that the place had imitation gucci wallets been demolished many years beforeThey visited its site and found a tower block of offices "We could try digging in to foundations?" Hermione suggested halfheartedly "He wouldn't have hidden a Horcrux here," Harry saidHe had known it all alongThe orphanage had been the place Voldemort had been determined to escape; he would never have hidden a part of his soul thereDumbledore had shown Harry that Voldemort sought grandeur or mystique in his hiding places; this dismal gray corner of London was as far removed as you could imagine from Hogwarts of the Ministry or a building like Gringotts, the Wizarding banks, with its gilded doors and marble floors Even without any new idea, they continued to move through the countryside, pitching the tent in a different place each night for securityEvery morning they made sure that they had removed all clues to their presence, then set off to find another lonely and secluded spot, traveling by Apparition to more woods, to the shadowy crevices of cliffs, to purple moors, gorse-covered mountainsides, and once a sheltered and pebbly coveEvery twelve hours or so they passed the Horcrux between them as though they were playing some gucci bags discount perverse, slow-motion game of pass-the-parcel, where they dreaded the music stopping because the reward was twelve hours of increased fear and anxiety Harry's scare kept pricklingIt happened most often, he noticed, when he was wearing the HorcruxSometimes he could not stop himself reacting to the pain "What? What did you see?" demanded Ron, whenever he noticed Harry wince "A face," muttered Harry, every timeThe thief who stole from Gregorovitch And Ron would turn away, making no effort to hide his disappointmentHarry knew that Ron was hoping to bear news of his family or the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, but after all, he, Harry, was not a television aerial; he could only see what Voldemort was thinking at the time, not tune in to whatever took his fancyApparently Voldemort was dwelling endlessly on the unknown youth with the gleeful face, whose name and whereabouts, Harry felt sure, Voldemort knew no better than he didAs Harry's scar continued to burn and the merry, blond-haired boy swam tantalizingly in his memory, he learned to suppress any sign of pain or discomfort, for the other two showed nothing but impatience at the mention of the thiefHe could black balenciaga bag not entirely blame them, when they were so desperate for a lean on the Horcruxes As the days stretched into weeks, Harry began to suspect that Ron and Hermione were having conversations without, and about, himSeveral times they stopped talking abruptly when Harry entered the tent, and twice he came accidentally upon them, huddled a little distance away, heads together and talking fast; both times they fell silent when they realized he was approaching them and hastened to appear busy collecting wood or water Harry could not help wondering whether they had only agreed to come on what now felt like a pointless and rambling journey because they thought he had some secret plan that they would learn in due courseTon was making no effort to hide his bad mood, and Harry was starting to fear that Hermione too was disappointed by his poor leadershipIn desperation he tried to think of further Horcrux locations, but the only one that continued to occur to him was Hogwarts, and as neither of the others thought this at all likely, he stopped suggesting it Autumn rolled over the countryside as they moved through itThey were now pitching the tent on mulches of fallen fake louis vuitton bags monogram manhattan leaves

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