bat he? i mean, he hasnt gone, has he?”
”no, harry, he has ill out there somewhere,
perhaps looking for ao share... ruly alive,
he ot be killed. he left quirrell to die; he shows just as
little mercy to his followers as his eheless, harry,
while you may only have delayed his retur will merely
take someone else who is prepared to fight what seems a losing
battle ime -- and if he is delayed again, and again, why,
he may o power.”
harry opped quickly, because it made his head
hurt. then he said, ”sir, there are ss id like
to know, if you tell me... things i want to kh
about....”
”the truth.” dumbledhed. ”it is a beautiful and terrible
thing, and should therefore be treated with great . however, i
shall answer your questions unless i have a very good reason not to,
in which case i beg youll five me. i shall not, of course, lie.”
”well... voldemort said that he oher because
she tried to stop him from killi ant to
kill me i place?”
dumbledhed very deeply this time.
”alas, the first thing you ask me, i ot tell you. not
today. not no, one day... put it from your mind
for now, harry. when you are older... i know you hate to hear
this... when you are ready, you will know.”
and harry k would be no gue.
”but why t quirrell touch me?”
”your mother died to save you. if there is ohi
derstand, it is love. he didhat love as
powerful as your mothers for you leaves its own mark. not a so
visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person
who loved us is gone, will give us some prote forever. it is
in your very skin. quirrell, full reed, and ambition,
sharing his soul with voldemort, ot touch you for this
reason. it was agony to touarked by something so good.”
dumbledore now