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* S# w) V+ B" w" f9 b/ pDraco opened his eyes, or thought he did. He could not see anything with them, not blackness, not anything. Harry, he tried to say, but he had nothing to say it with - no throat, no voice. It was like dreaming, and knowing he was dreaming, but not being able to wake himself up.
/ u2 n4 o8 a& ^4 W; a9 z! h+ C¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter"Harry!" he called out, and this time he heard his own voice, and jumped. And as if that jump had cracked some glass he was imprisoned in, light and color came rushing at him like a river in full flood. He stared ahead into green-gray mist, and blackness, and a thousand shadows suggestive of nothing familiar.
$ A0 ] x: F# N: b) U# u¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter"Where am I?" he said out loud, more to hear his own voice than because he expected an answer to the question.
* f+ U* w; E8 u: r2 }7 v¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳No answer came.
& v+ a2 D- Y' V' E×î°ôµÄ¹þÀû²¨ÌØ×¨Ìâ´óÐÍÖÐÎÄÍøÕ¾£¬·á¸»¡¢¼°Ê±µÄÐÂÎÅ¡¢Í¼¿â¡¢ÊÓÆµ¡¢Í¬ÈË¡¢ÏÂÔØ£¬»¹ÓÐÈÈÃŵĹþÃÔÌÖÂÛÇø¡£ÕâÊÇÄãÕæÕýµÄħ·¨¼ÒÔ°¡£He glanced down at himself, and the sourceless light showed him his own form, still wearing the clothes he had been wearing last, although his sword was gone and he was dry. He saw the darkness caked all over the front of his shirt and knew it was the blood from his face; he touched his cheek gingerly and felt the cut, but no pain.www.hpfans.net7 Z, H$ W3 T% z8 E9 k$ X+ m
I'm dead, he thought. He didn't feel anything particular about it, other than a sort of bemused astonishment. I guess I should have killed Wormtail when I had the chance, he thought, while knowing, in his heart, that he couldn't have done it.×î°ôµÄ¹þÀû²¨ÌØ×¨Ìâ´óÐÍÖÐÎÄÍøÕ¾£¬·á¸»¡¢¼°Ê±µÄÐÂÎÅ¡¢Í¼¿â¡¢ÊÓÆµ¡¢Í¬ÈË¡¢ÏÂÔØ£¬»¹ÓÐÈÈÃŵĹþÃÔÌÖÂÛÇø¡£ÕâÊÇÄãÕæÕýµÄħ·¨¼ÒÔ°¡£) w! F# L2 w% f; E$ W
He took a step forward into the mist, and another, and abruptly it thinned out slightly, showing him the contours of the place he was standing. An unadorned, rocky plain stretched behind and to the sides of him, gray and barren-looking. Ahead of him were more shadows, that as he neared them took on the form of a narrow but fast-flowing river. Its water was also gray, and on the opposite side of it were more huddled grayish shapes. Rocks? Trees? It was hard to tell. He took a step toward the river.0 _% _% K. I2 } V
A voice spoke out of nowhere.
9 p: p; A5 L6 B6 \1 owww.hpfans.net"Stop where you are."¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter! R L, r" `& c
Draco glanced up and around and saw no source for the voice which spoke to him. He cleared his throat. "Why?"
+ N0 L2 @; B7 ~' J% c+ o¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter" Such water is not for you."
& s4 S3 R! B9 z¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter"Where am I? Is this Hell?"¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳6 d. o5 q6 m8 ]! L. l6 {" N# r) K2 x
Now the voice sounded amused. "This is not Hell. This is between."×î°ôµÄ¹þÀû²¨ÌØ×¨Ìâ´óÐÍÖÐÎÄÍøÕ¾£¬·á¸»¡¢¼°Ê±µÄÐÂÎÅ¡¢Í¼¿â¡¢ÊÓÆµ¡¢Í¬ÈË¡¢ÏÂÔØ£¬»¹ÓÐÈÈÃŵĹþÃÔÌÖÂÛÇø¡£ÕâÊÇÄãÕæÕýµÄħ·¨¼ÒÔ°¡£1 ~8 A8 G. v+ S$ U3 w1 Z5 Q
"Between what?"
+ k) B5 O1 G. L3 X* Zwww.hpfans.net"Between life and death."
$ N1 m+ ?0 ?! I0 p, i" Z"Why is this water not for me?"
- U; A' S: t; R" F) M7 W) T"The living cross it to become the dead. You are neither. There is a bargaining for you."www.hpfans.net' x- e& S# ]- ], S% {
Draco was dumbfounded. "A bargaining?"¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳, \) G% e' u9 v$ G1 Q: K f
"Your life hangs in the balance," said the voice, sounding clipped, "Only the outcome concerns me."% v( F- s, T C9 V
"What," asked Draco, "if I went ahead and crossed the river anyway?"¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳' w5 @" ?+ M A/ P5 Y9 Q
"You cannot cross with the blood of life still in you. But," said the voice, sounding amused again, "do go ahead and try."" v* E7 u" o$ K% }& U# r* S" P
Stubbornly, Draco stomped forward, his boots making no sound whatsoever on the brittle ground. The misty shapes across the river surged as he neared the banks - he squinted into it - and at that moment, the mist came into focus, and he knew what they were.www.hpfans.net4 y$ s. N! p+ j6 o+ I0 w5 f& w
Spirits crowded the opposite side of the river, seething and numberless, seeming somehow both extremely close and very far away. If he looked closely, he could see their individual faces and bodies, but when he stopped staring, they seemed to meld together into a formless gray mass. He shook his head, stared again, and saw movement this time - not aimless, but directed movement. Several of the spirits seemed to be shoving their through the packed masses, like rioters at a Quidditch match. He had the feeling, he could not have said why, that they were trying to get at him.
, l6 @* l- P* j* K1 X Jwww.hpfans.netDraco took a step forward, but the river and the spirits across it stayed the same distance away.4 \: y8 o. O, L$ v2 V
"You cannot cross," said the cold voice, again.¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳- q+ k. C8 l3 L% v: n2 F
It seemed to be true. Draco stood and waited at the river's edge as the struggling spirits - there were three of them, two women and a man, he could tell that much now- broke free of the rest of the crowd and came to stand at the very edge of the river, just across from him. The taller of the two women gazed at him, her ghostly mouth open in an O of surprise.( E9 a3 @* e ?. d! a9 @' p
"Salazar?" she said.
' V# b: Z. M9 L8 ^Draco froze. And stared. And as he stared at the three spirits, they seemed to leap into sharper focus, their outlines solidifying, color surging into their faces, their clothes. A tall man with clipped, dark hair -a small, round woman with a long tangle of flaming red hair and Ginny's dark eyes - and the woman who was gazing at Draco, her blue eyes filled with a terrible sort of indefinable longing and fear -
2 A5 x% m0 \7 B¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotterHe knew her voice, he realized. It was the voice that had screamed in his head when the dementors got near him, crying out, asking him what he had done. "Rowena," he said, knowing now who she was. "Rowena Ravenclaw?"
$ ]6 Z" T. y6 b& Lwww.hpfans.netThe dark-haired man - Godric - stepped in front of Rowena and glared at him, his outline wavering but distinct. "So at last you are dead," he said. "We have waited a thousand years for someone to give you the punishment you deserve and to end your worthless, stolen existence-"
5 _: v/ g2 f/ G9 DGodric looked rather as if he meant to go on in this vein for quite some time, so Draco interrupted him. "I'm not who you think I am," he said. "I'm not Salazar Slytherin."¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter! ~( ]# B6 o9 }8 D6 [- V" o. T" z
The spirits looked doubtful.7 a- g$ m- Q+ }7 h6 r2 W+ D
"Look at me," insisted Draco.
7 j9 p! r/ U& r¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳Rowena, who had had her hand over her mouth, lowered it slowly. "Godric...He cannot be Salazar. He is only a child."3 e# _1 M3 A& K& e
They all stared at him. Draco was indignant. "I'm sixteen. I'll be seventeen in a few weeks."
* z* w6 S" f' G# U4 V2 f ^' a$ p"I wouldn't put money on that," said Godric, quite unkindly.¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳ N+ L2 F4 k U! H
"Godric!" the red-headed woman - Helga Hufflepuff - interrupted him. "Do not tease him. He is but a child, and he has his death wound."¹þÀû²¨ÌØ,»ô¸ñÎÖ×È,ÂÞ¶÷,ºÕÃô,ÂÞÁÕ,harrypotter0 h6 t' _* G% K, k' V5 _. r- H4 f) R
Draco looked down at the blood on his shirt, and back up. "I do not have my death wound," he said crankily. "I drowned, and anyway, there's a bargaining for me."
: V, V4 l- s# E: S: Z) x¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳"Is there?" said Godric, looking bored. "That hardly ever works."¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳) o s+ G0 w: F7 |
Draco glared at him. It struck him that he did not like Godric. It also struck him that in order to free himself from the Tragic and Destructive Cycle of History Repeating Itself, it might be wise to try to like Godric.
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$ n+ N( {- r" Q"You're dead, boy," said Godric with immense satisfaction, cementing Draco's dislike of him on the spot. "Face it - you're dead."
& U5 ?' I" Y0 E( Q2 A% @Draco smiled at Godric. "I may be dead, but I'm still pretty," he pointed out cheerfully. "That's more than I can say for you."
R* f0 o3 D: w' Z2 u( n% z& }; J×î°ôµÄ¹þÀû²¨ÌØ×¨Ìâ´óÐÍÖÐÎÄÍøÕ¾£¬·á¸»¡¢¼°Ê±µÄÐÂÎÅ¡¢Í¼¿â¡¢ÊÓÆµ¡¢Í¬ÈË¡¢ÏÂÔØ£¬»¹ÓÐÈÈÃŵĹþÃÔÌÖÂÛÇø¡£ÕâÊÇÄãÕæÕýµÄħ·¨¼ÒÔ°¡£Godric seemed to swell with anger, and as he did so, Draco noted his outline hardening and firming as if he were becoming more real, the colors of his face and hair and eyes and clothes more vivid. Draco could now begin to see how Godric resembled Harry, a grown-up Harry. A grown-up Harry who had spent a lot of time working out with heavy weights. His arms were huge. Draco was glad Godric didn't seem to be able to cross the river either. He didn't know what it would feel like to be punched in the face in the afterlife, and didn't much care to find out.¹þÀû²¨Ìذ®ºÃÕßÂÛ̳1 T( W9 n; T% r2 q0 V Q f
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