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Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured…

…and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey.

They’ve got him, Albus. It was close, but they think he’ll make it.

What’s more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it.

Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to…

Look at me!

What’s happening to me?

You wished to see me, headmaster?

Oh, Severus. I’m afraid we can’t wait. Not even till the morning.

Otherwise, we’ll all be vulnerable.

It appears there’s a connection between the Dark Lords mind and your own.

Whether he is, as yet, aware of this connection is, for the moment, unclear.

Pray he remains ignorant.

You mean, if he knows about it, then…

… he’ll be able to read my mind? Read it, control it…

…unhinge it.

In the past, it was often the Dark Lord’s pleasure to invade the minds of his victims creating visions designed to torture them into madness.

Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony…

…only when he had them literally begging for death, would he finally kill them.

Used properly, the power of Occlumency…

…will help shield you from access or influence.

In these lessons, I will attempt to penetrate your mind.

You will attempt to resist.

Prepare yourself.

Legilimens.

Concentrate, Potter. Focus.

Ho, ho, ho Merry Christmas.

Here we go.

Daddy’s back.

Sit down, everybody, sit down. That’s it. Now, presents.

And a nice big box for Ron. Big box for you. And…

Fred and George. Come on, open up.

I want to see your faces. Yes.

Try it on. Thanks, Mum. Its perfect.

Just what he wanted, actually. Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.

Come on, then, everybody. Let’s clear this away.

Oh, Harry, Harry.

There you are.

Happy Christmas. Thank you.

Lovely to have you with us. Thank you.

Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.

Thank you. Has everybody got?

Fred? George?

Hermione. A Christmas toast.

To Mr. Harry Potter…

…without whom I would not be here.

Harry. Harry.

Harry.

That is delicious. I shall be needing some more of that.

Daddy, don’t forget last Christmas.

I can’t understand why you don’t want to wear it, Ronald.

I look like a bloody idiot, that’s why.

No more than usual, Ron.

Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass.

Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord.

Friend of Mudblood’s and blood-traitor’s alike.

If my poor mistress only knew… Kreacher!

That’s enough of your bile. Away with you!

Of course, master.

Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black.

Sorry about that.

He never was very pleasant, even when I was a boy.

Not to me, anyway.

What, you grew up here?

This is my parent’s house.

I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order.

About the only useful thing I’ve been able to do.

This is the Black family tree.

My deranged cousin.

I hated the lot of them.

My parents with their pure-blood mania.

My mother did that after I ran away.

Charming woman.

I was 16.

Where did you go?

Round your dads.

I was always welcome at the Potters.

I see him so much in you, Harry.

You are so very much alike.

I’m not so sure.

Sirius, when I was…

When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked, I wasn’t just watching.

I was the snake.

And afterwards, in Dumbledore’s office…

…there was a moment when I wanted to…

This connection between me and Voldemort.

What if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him?

I just feel so angry all the time.

And what if, after everything that I’ve been through…

…somethings gone wrong inside me? What if I’m becoming bad?

I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry.

You’re not a bad person.

You’re a very good person who bad things have happened to.

You understand?

Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters.

We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us.

What matters is the part we choose to act on.

That’s who we really are.

Harry, time to go.

When all this is over, we’ll be a proper family.

You’ll see.

Really?

Harry. Harry.

Hagrid’s back.

I’m sorry.

I will say this one last time.

I’m ordering you to tell me where you’ve been.

I told you. I’ve been away for my health.

Your health? Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know.

Oh, yes. As gamekeeper, fresh air must be difficult to come by.

If I were you, I shouldn’t get too used to being back.

In fact, I mightn’t bother unpacking at all.

This is top-secret, right?

Dumbledore sent me to parley with the giants.

Giants?

You found them?

Well, they’re not that hard to find, to be perfectly honest. They’re so big, see?

I tried to convince them to join the cause.

But I wasn’t the only one that was trying to win them over.

Death Eaters? Yes.

Trying to persuade them to join You-Know-Who.

Did they? I gave them Dumbledore’s message.

Suppose some of them remember he was friendly to them. I suppose.

And they did this to you?

Not exactly, no.

Oh, go on, you have it, then, you dozy dog.

It’s changing out there.

Just like last time.

There’s a storm coming, Harry.

We’d all best be ready when she does.

We have confirmed that 10 high-security prisoners in the early hours of yesterday evening did escape.

And of course, the Muggle prime minister has been alerted to the danger.

We strongly suspect…

…that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban