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。　did　that　mean：　what　did　that　mean？'
　　　
　　　'It　meant；'　said　Dumbledore；　'that　the　person　who　has　the　only　chance　of　conquering　Lord　Voldemort　for　good　was　born　at　the　end　of　July；　nearly　sixteen　years　ago。　This　boy　would　be　born　to　parents　who　had　already　defied　Voldemort　three　times。'
　　　
　　　Harry　felt　as　though　something　was　closing　in　on　him。　His　breathing　seemed　difficult　again。
　　　'It　means　…　me？'
　　　Dumbledore　surveyed　him　for　a　moment　through　his　glasses。
　　　
　　　'The　odd　thing；　Harry；'　he　said　softly；　'is　that　it　may　not　have　meant　you　at　all。　Sybill's　prophecy　could　have　applied　to　two　wizard　boys；　both　born　at　the　end　of　July　that　year；　both　of　whom　had　parents　in　the　Order　of　the　Phoenix；　both　sets　of　parents　having　narrowly　escaped　Voldemort　three　times。　One；　of　course；　was　you。　The　other　was　Neville　Longbottom。'
　　　
　　　'But　then：　but　then；　why　was　it　my　name　on　the　prophecy　and　not　Neville's？'
　　　
　　　'The　official　record　was　re…labelled　after　Voldemort's　attack　on　you　as　a　child；'　said　Dumbledore。　'It　seemed　plain　to　the　keeper　of　the　Hall　of　Prophecy　that　Voldemort　could　only　have　tried　to　kill　you　because　he　knew　you　to　be　the　one　to　whom　Sybill　was　referring。'
　　　
　　　'Then　…　it　might　not　be　me？'　said　Harry
　　　
　　　'I　am　afraid；'　said　Dumbledore　slowly；　looking　as　though　every　word　cost　him　a　great　effort；　'that　there　is　no　doubt　that　it　is　you。
　　　'But　you　said　…　Neville　was　born　at　the　end　of　July；　too　…　and　his　mum　and　dad　…　'
　　　
　　　'You　are　forgetting　the　next　part　of　the　prophecy；　the　final　identifying　feature　of　the　boy　who　could　vanquish　Voldemort：　Voldemort　himself　would　mark　him　as　his　equal。　And　so　he　did；　Harry　He　chose　you；　not　Neville。　He　gave　you　the　scar　that　has　proved　both　blessing　and　curse。'
　　　
　　　'But　he　might　have　chosen　wrong！'　said　Harry。　'He　might　have　marked　the　wrong　person！'
　　　
　　　'He　chose　the　boy　he　thought　most　likely　to　be　a　danger　to　him；'　said　Dumbledore。　'And　notice　this；　Harry：　he　chose；　not　the　pureblood　（which；　according　to　his　creed；　is　the　only　kind　of　wizard　worth　being　or　knowing）　but　the　half…blood；　like　himself。　He　saw　himself　in　you　before　he　had　ever　seen　you；　and　in　marking　you　with　that　scar；　he　did　not　kill　you；　as　he　intended；　but　gave　you　powers；　and　a　future；　which　have　fitted　you　to　escape　him　not　once；　but　four　times　so　far　…　something　that　neither　your　parents；　nor　Neville's　parents；　ever　achieved。'
　　　
　　　'Why　did　he　do　it；　then？'　said　Harry；　who　felt　numb　and　cold。　'Why　did　he　try　and　kill　me　as　a　baby？　He　should　have　waited　to　see　whether　Neville　or　I　looked　more　dangerous　when　we　were　older　and　tried　to　kill　whoever　it　was　then　…　'
　　　
　　　'That　might；　indeed；　have　been　the　more　practical　course；'　said　Dumbledore；　'except　that　Voldemort's　information　about　the　prophecy　was　inplete。　The　Hog's　Head　inn；　which　Sybill　chose　for　its　cheapness；　has　long　attracted；　shall　we　say；　a　more　interesting　clientele　than　the　Three　Broomsticks。　As　you　and　your　friends　found　out　to　your　cost；　and　I　to　mine　that　night；　it　is　a　place　where　it　is　never　safe　to　assure　you　are　not　being　overheard。　Of　course；　I　had　not　dreamed；　when　I　set　out　to　meet　Sybill　Trelawney；　that　I　would　hear　anything　worth　overhearing。　My　…　our　…　one　stroke　of　good　fortune　was　that　the　eavesdropper　was　detected　only　a　short　way　into　the　prophecy　and　thrown　from　the　building。'
　　　
　　　'So　he　only　heard　…？'
　　　
　　　'He　heard　only　the　beginning；　the　part　foretelling　the　birth　of　a　boy　in　July　to　parents　who　had　thrice　defied　Voldemort。　Consequently；　he　could　not　warn　his　master　that　to　attack　you　would　be　to　risk　transferring　power　to　you；　and　marking　you　as　his　equal。　So　Voldemort　never　knew　that　there　might　be　danger　in　attacking　you；　that　it　might　be　wise　to　wait；　to　learn　more。　He　did　not　know　that　you　would　have　power　the　Dark　Lord　knows　not　…　'
　　　
　　　'But　I　don't！'　said　Harry；　in　a　strangled　voice。　'I　haven't　any　powers　he　hasn't　got；　I　couldn't　fight　the　way　he　did　tonight；　I　can't　possess　people　or　…　or　kill　them　…'
　　　
　　　'There　is　a　room　in　the　Department　of　Mysteries；'　interrupted　Dumbledore；　'that　is　kept　locked　at　all　times。　It　contains　a　force　that　is　at　once　more　wonderful　and　more　terrible　than　death；　than　human　intelligence；　than　the　forces　of　nature。　It　is　also；　perhaps；　the　most　mysterious　of　the　many　subjects　for　study　that　reside　there。　It　is　the　power　held　within　that　room　that　you　possess　in　such　quantities　and　which　Voldemort　has　not　at　all。　That　power　took　you　to　save　Sirius　tonight。　That　power　also　saved　you　from　possession　by　Voldemort；　because　he　could　not　bear　to　reside　in　a　body　so　full　of　the　force　he　detests。　In　the　end；　it　mattered　not　that　you　could　not　close　your　mind。　It　was　your　heart　that　saved　you。'
　　　
　　　Harry　closed　his　eyes。　If　he　had　not　gone　to　save　Sirius；　Sirius　would　not　have　died：　More　to　stave　off　the　moment　when　he　would　have　to　think　of　Sirius　again；　Harry　asked；　without　caring　much　about　the　answer；　'The　end　of　the　prophecy：　it　was　something　about：　neither　can　live：'
　　　
　　　'：　while　the　other　survives；'　said　Dumbledore。
　　　'So；'　said　Harry；　dredging　up　the　words　from　what　felt　like　a　deep　well　of　despair　inside　him；　'so　does　that　mean　that：　that　one　of　us　has　got　to　kill　the　other　one：　in　the　end？'
　　　
　　　'Yes；'　said　Dumbledore。
　　　For　a　long　time；　neither　of　them　spoke。　Somewhere　far　beyond　the　office　walls；　Harry　could　hear　the　sound　of　voices；　students　heading　down　to　the　Great　Hall　for　an　early　breakfast；　perhaps。　It　seemed　impossible　that　there　could　be　people　in　the　world　who　still　desired　food；　who　laughed；　who　neither　knew　nor　cared　that　Sirius　Black　was　gone　for　ever。　Sirius　seemed　a　million　miles　away　already；　even　now　a　part　of　Harry　still　believed　that　if　he　had　only　pulled　back　that　veil；　he　would　have　found　Sirius　looking　back　at　him；　greeting　him；　perhaps；　with　his　laugh　like　a　bark：
　　　
　　　'I　feel　I　owe　you　another　explanation；　Harry；'　said　Dumbledore　hesitantly。　'You　may；　perhaps；　have　wondered　why　I　never　chose　you　as　a　prefect？　I　must　confess：　that　I　rather　thought：　you　had　enough　responsibility　to　be　going　on　with。'
　　　
　　　Harry　looked　up　at　him　and　saw　a　tear　trickling　down　Dumbledore's　face　into　his　long　silver　beard
　　　
　　　
　　　…　CHAPTER　THIRTY…EIGHT
　　　
　　　The　Second　War　Begins
　　　
　　　HE　WHO　MUST　NOT　BE　NAMED　RETURNS
　　　
　　　'In　a　brief　statement　on　Friday　night；　Minister　for　Magic　Cornelius　Fudge　confirmed　that　He　Who　Must　Not　Be　Named　has　returned　to　this　country　and　is　once　more　active。
　　　〃'It　is　with　great　regret　that　I　must　confirm　that　the　wizard　styling　himself　Lord　…　well；　you　know　who　I　mean　…　is　alive　and　among　us　again；〃　said　Fudge；　looking　tired　and　flustered　as　he　addressed　reporters。　〃It　is　with　almost　equal　regret　that　we　report　the　mass　revolt　of　the　Dementors　of　Azkaban；　who　have　shown　themselves　averse　to　continuing　in　the　Ministry's　employ。　We　believe　the　Dementors　are　currently　taking　direction　from　Lord　…　Thingy。
　　　〃'We　urge　the　magical　population　to　remain　vigilant。　The　Ministry　is　currently　publishing　guides　to　elementary　home　and　personal　defence　which　will　be　delivered　free　to　all　wizarding　homes　within　the　ing　month。　〃
　　　
　　　'The　Minister's　statement　was　met　with　dismay　and　alarm　from　the　wizarding　munity；　which　as　recently　as　last　Wednesday　was　receiving　Ministry　assurances　that　there　was　〃no　truth　whatsoever　in　these　persistent　rumours　that　You…Know…Who　is　operating　amongst　us　once　more〃。
　　　'Details　of　the　events　that　led　to　the　Ministry　turnaround　are　still　hazy；　though　it　is　believed　that　He　Who　Must　Not　Be　Named　and　a　select　band　of　followers　（known　as　Death　Eaters）　gained　entry　to　the　Ministry　of　Magic　itself　on　Thursday　evening。
　　　'Albus　Dumbledore；　newly　reinstated　Headmaster　of　Hogwarts　School　of　Witchcraft　and　Wizardry；　reinstated　member　of　the　International　Confederation　of　Wizards　and　reinstated　Chief　Warlock　of　the　Wizengamot；　has　so　far　been　unavailable　for　ment。　He　has　insisted　over　the　past　year　that　You…Know…Who　is　not　dead；　as　was　widely　hoped　and　believed；　but　is　recruiting　followers　once　more　for　afresh　attempt　to　seize　power。　Meanwhile；　the　〃Boy　Who　Lived〃　…
　　　
　　　'There　you　are；　Harry；　I　knew　they'd　drag　you　into　it　somehow；'　said　Hermione；　looking　over　the　top　of　the　paper　at　him。
　　　They　were　in　the　hospital　wing。　Harry　was　sitting　on　the　end　of　Ron's　bed　and　they　were　both　listening　to　Hermione　read　the　front　page　of　the　Sunday　Prophet。　Ginny；　whose　ankle　had　been　mended　in　a　trice　by　Madam　Pomfrey；　was　curled　up　at　the　foot　of　Hermione's　bed；　Neville；　whose　nose　had　likewise　been　returned　to　its　normal　size　and　shape；　was　in　a　chair　between　the　two　beds；　and　Luna；　who　had　dropped　in　to　visit；　clutching　the　latest　edition　of　The　Quibbler；　was　reading　the　magazine　upside…down　and　apparently　not　taking　in　a　word　Hermione　was　saying。
　　　'He's　the　〃boy　who　lived〃　again　now；　though；　isn't　he？'　said　Ron　darkly。　'Not　such　a　deluded　show…off　any　more；　eh？'
　　　
　　　He　helped　himself　to　a　handful　of　Chocolate　Frogs　from　the　immense　pile　on　his　bedside　cabinet；　threw　a　few　to　Harry；　Ginny　and　Neville　and　ripped　off　the　wrapper　of　his　own　with　his　teeth。　There　were　still　deep　welts　on　his　forearms　where　the　brain's　tentacles　had　wr