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also by j. k. rowlingHarry Potter and the Sorcerer’sStone Year One at HogwartsHarry Potter and the Chamber ofSecrets Year Two atHogwartsHarry Potter and the Prisoner ofAzkaban Year Three atHogwarts

Harry Potter and the Goblet of FireYear Four at HogwartsHarry Potter and the Order of thePhoenix Year Five atHogwartsHarry Potter and the Half-BloodPrince Year Six at HogwartsHarry Potter and the DeathlyHallows Year Seven atHogwarts

To Mackenzie,My beautifuldaughter, Idedicate Her inkand-paper twin.Text copyright 2005 by J. K. RowlingIllustrations by Mary Grandpré copyright 2005 by Warner Bros.HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related indicia are trademarksof and Warner Bros. Harry Potter Publishing Rights J. K. Rowling.All rights reserved. Published by Arthur A. LevineBooks, an imprint of Scholastic Inc., Publishers since1920.scholastic, the lantern logo and associated logos aretrademarks and/or registered trademarks of Scholastic Inc.No part of this publication may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, ortransmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying,recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher. For

information regarding permission, write to Scholastic Inc., Attention: PermissionsDepartment, 557 Broadway, New York, NY 10012.Library of Congress Control Number: 2005921149ISBN 0-439-78454-910 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 205 06 07 08 09Printed in the U.S.A.23First American edition, July 2005

ContentsONEThe Other Minister · 1TWOSpinner’s End · 19THREEWill and Won’t · 38FOURHorace Slughorn · 57FIVEAn Excess of Phlegm · 81SIX vii

Draco’s Detour · 105SEVENThe Slug Club · 129EIGHTSnape Victorious · 155NINEThe Half-Blood Prince · 171TENThe House of Gaunt · 194ELEVEN viii

Hermione’s Helping Hand · 217TWELVESilver and Opals · 237THIRTEENThe Secret Riddle · 258FOURTEENFelix Felicis · 279FIFTEENThe Unbreakable Vow · 303SIXTEENA Very Frosty Christmas · 325SEVENTEENA Sluggish Memory · 349 ix

EIGHTEENBirthday Surprises · 373NINETEENElf Tails · 399TWENTYLord Voldemort’s Request ·423TWENTYONEThe Unknowable Room · 447TWENTYTWOAfter the Burial · 469 x

TWENTYThreeHorcruxes · 492TWENTYFOURSectumsempra · 513TWENTYFIVEThe Seer Overheard · 535TWENTY-SIXThe Cave · 555 xi

TWENTY-SEVENThe Lightning Struck Tower · 579TWENTY-EIGHTFlight of the Prince · 597TWENTY-NINEThe Phoenix Lament · 611THIRTYThe White Tomb · 633xii

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CHAPTER ONETHE OTHERMINISTERIt was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister wassitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that wasslippingthrough his brain without leaving the slightest trace ofmeaning behind. He was waiting for a call from the Presidentof a far distant country, and between wondering when thewretched man would telephone, and trying to suppress1

CHAPTER ONEunpleasant memories of what had been a very long, tiring,and difficult week, there was not much space in his head foranything else. The more he attempted to focus on the printon the page before him, the more clearly the Prime Ministercould see the gloating face of one of his political opponents.This particular opponent had appeared on the news that veryday, not only to enumerate all the terrible things that hadhappened in the last week (as though anyone neededreminding) but also to explain why each and every one ofthem was the government’s fault.The Prime Minister’s pulse quickened at the very thoughtof these accusations, for they were neither fair nor true. Howon earth was his government supposed to have stopped thatbridge collapsing? It was outrageous for anybody to suggestthat they were not spending enough on bridges. The bridgewas fewer than ten years old, and the best experts were at aloss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two, sending adozen cars into the watery depths of the river below. Andhow dare anyone suggest that it was lack of policemen thathad resulted in those two very nasty and well-publicizedmurders? Or that the government should have somehowforeseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had 2 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTERcaused so much damage to both people and property? Andwas it his fault that one of his Junior Ministers, HerbertChorley, had chosen this week to act so peculiarly that hewas now going to be spending a lot more time with hisfamily?“A grim mood has gripped the country,” the opponent hadconcluded, barely concealing his own broad grin.And unfortunately, this was perfectly true. The PrimeMinister felt it himself; people really did seem moremiserable than usual. Even the weather was dismal; all thischilly mist in the middle of July. . . . It wasn’t right, it wasn’tnormal. . . .He turned over the second page of the memo, saw howmuch longer it went on, and gave it up as a bad job.Stretching his arms above his head he looked around hisoffice mournfully. It was a handsome room, with a finemarble fireplace facing the long sash windows, firmly closedagainst the unseasonable chill. With a slight shiver, the PrimeMinister got up and moved over to the window, looking outat the thin mist that was pressing itself against the glass. Itwas then, as he stood with his back to the room, that heheard a soft cough behind him. 3 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEHe froze, nose to nose with his own scared-lookingreflection in the dark glass. He knew that cough. He hadheard it before. He turned very slowly to face the emptyroom.“Hello?” he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.For a brief moment he allowed himself the impossiblehope that nobody would answer him. However, a voiceresponded at once, a crisp, decisive voice that sounded asthough it were reading a prepared statement. It was coming— as the Prime Minister had known at the first cough — fromthe froglike little man wearing a long silver wig who wasdepicted in a small, dirty oil painting in the far corner of theroom.“To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Urgent we meet. Kindlyrespond immediately. Sincerely, Fudge.”The man in the painting looked inquiringly at the PrimeMinister.“Er,” said the Prime Minister, “listen. . . . It’s not a very goodtime for me. . . . I’m waiting for a telephone call, you see . . .from the President of —”“That can be rearranged,” said the portrait at once. ThePrime Minister’s heart sank. He had been afraid of that. 4 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTER“But I really was rather hoping to speak —”“We shall arrange for the President to forget to call. He willtelephone tomorrow night instead,” said the little man.“Kindly respond immediately to Mr. Fudge.”“I . . . oh . . . very well,” said the Prime Minister weakly. “Yes,I’ll see Fudge.”He hurried back to his desk, straightening his tie as hewent. He had barely resumed his seat, and arranged his faceinto what he hoped was a relaxed and unfazed expression,when bright green flames burst into life in the empty gratebeneath his marble mantelpiece. He watched, trying not tobetray a flicker of surprise or alarm, as a portly man appearedwithin the flames, spinning as fast as a top. Seconds later, hehad climbed out onto a rather fine antique rug, brushing ashfrom the sleeves of his long pin-striped cloak, a lime-greenbowler hat in his hand.“Ah . . . Prime Minister,” said Cornelius Fudge, stridingforward with his hand outstretched. “Good to see you again.”The Prime Minister could not honestly return thiscompliment, so said nothing at all. He was not remotelypleased to see Fudge, whose occasional appearances, apartfrom being downright alarming in themselves, generally 5 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEmeant that he was about to hear some very bad news.Furthermore, Fudge was looking distinctly careworn. He wasthinner, balder, and grayer, and his face had a crumpled look.The Prime Minister had seen that kind of look in politiciansbefore, and it never boded well.“How can I help you?” he said, shaking Fudge’s hand verybriefly and gesturing toward the hardest of the chairs in frontof the desk.“Difficult to know where to begin,” muttered Fudge,pulling up the chair, sitting down, and placing his greenbowler upon his knees. “What a week, what a week . . .”“Had a bad one too, have you?” asked the Prime Ministerstiffly, hoping to convey by this that he had quite enough onhis plate already without any extra helpings from Fudge.“Yes, of course,” said Fudge, rubbing his eyes wearily andlooking morosely at the Prime Minister. “I’ve been having thesame week you have, Prime Minister. The Brockdale Bridge . . the Bones and Vance murders . . . not to mention the ruckusin the West Country . . .”“You — er — your — I mean to say, some of your peoplewere — were involved in those — those things, were they?” 6 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTERFudge fixed the Prime Minister with a rather stern look. “Ofcourse they were,” he said. “Surely you’ve realized what’sgoing on?” “I . . .” hesitated the Prime Minister.It was precisely this sort of behavior that made him dislikeFudge’s visits so much. He was, after all, the Prime Ministerand did not appreciate being made to feel like an ignorantschoolboy. But of course, it had been like this from his veryfirst meeting with Fudge on his very first evening as PrimeMinister. He remembered it as though it were yesterday andknew it would haunt him until his dying day.He had been standing alone in this very office, savoringthe triumph that was his after so many years of dreaming andscheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just liketonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking tohim, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about toarrive and introduce himself.Naturally, he had thought that the long campaign and thestrain of the election had caused him to go mad. He hadbeen utterly terrified to find a portrait talking to him, thoughthis had been nothing to how he felt when a self-proclaimedwizard had bounced out of the fireplace and shaken his hand.He had remained speechless throughout Fudge’s kindly 7 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEexplanation that there were witches and wizards still living insecret all over the world and his reassurances that he was notto bother his head about them as the Ministry of Magic tookresponsibility for the whole Wizarding community andprevented the non-magical population from getting wind ofthem. It was, said Fudge, a difficult job that seofbroomsticks to keeping the dragon population under control(the Prime Minister remembered clutching the desk forsupport at this point). Fudge had then patted the shoulderof the still-dumbstruck Prime Minister in a fatherly sort ofway.“Not to worry,” he had said, “it’s odds-on you’ll never seeme again. I’ll only bother you if there’s something reallyserious going on our end, something that’s likely to affectthe Muggles — the non-magical population, I should say.Otherwise, it’s live and let live. And I must say, you’re takingit a lot better than your predecessor. He tried to throw meout the window, thought I was a hoax planned by theopposition.”At this, the Prime Minister had found his voice at last. 8 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTER“You’re — you’re not a hoax, then?”It had been his last, desperatehope.“No,” said Fudge gently. “No, I’m afraid I’m not. Look.”And he had turned the Prime Minister’s teacup into agerbil.“But,” said the Prime Minister breathlessly, watching histeacup chewing on the corner of his next speech, “but why— why has nobody told me — ?”“The Minister of Magic only reveals him- or herself to theMuggle Prime Minister of the day,” said Fudge, poking hiswand back inside his jacket. “We find it the best way tomaintain secrecy.”“But then,” bleated the Prime Minister, “why hasn’t aformerPrime Minister warned me — ?” Atthis, Fudge had actually laughed.“My dear Prime Minister, are you ever going to tellanybody?”Still chortling, Fudge had thrown some powder into thefireplace, stepped into the emerald flames, and vanished witha whooshing sound. The Prime Minister had stood there, 9 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEquite motionless, and realized that he would never, as longas he lived, dare mention this encounter to a living soul, forwho in the wide world would believe him?The shock had taken a little while to wear off. For a time,he had tried to convince himself that Fudge had indeed beena hallucination brought on by lack of sleep during hisgrueling election campaign. In a vain attempt to rid himselfof all reminders of this uncomfortable encounter, he hadgiven the gerbil to his delighted niece and instructed hisprivate secretary to take down the portrait of the ugly littleman who had announced Fudge’s arrival. To the PrimeMinister’s dismay, however, the portrait had provedimpossible to remove. When several carpenters, a builder ortwo, an art historian, and the Chancellor of the Exchequerhad all tried unsuccessfully to prise it from the wall, the PrimeMinister had abandoned the attempt and simply resolved tohope that the thing remained motionless and silent for therest of his term in office. Occasionally he could have swornhe saw out of the corner of his eye the occupant of thepainting yawning, or else scratching his nose; even, once ortwice, simply walking out of his frame and leaving nothingbut a stretch of muddy-brown canvas behind. However, he 10 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTERhad trained himself not to look at the picture very much, andalways to tell himself firmly that his eyes were playing trickson him when anything like this happened.Then, three years ago, on a night very like tonight, thePrime Minister had been alone in his office when the portraithad once again announced the imminent arrival of Fudge,who had burst out of the fireplace, sopping wet and in a stateof considerable panic. Before the Prime Minister could askwhy he was dripping all over the Axminster, Fudge hadstarted ranting about a prison the Prime Minister had neverheard of, a man named “Serious” Black, something thatsounded like “Hogwarts,” and a boy called Harry Potter, noneof which made the remotest sense to the Prime Minister.“. . . I’ve just come from Azkaban,” Fudge had panted,tipping a large amount of water out of the rim of his bowlerhat into his pocket. “Middle of the North Sea, you know,nasty flight . . . the dementors are in uproar” — he shuddered— “they’ve never had a breakout before. Anyway, I had tocome to you, Prime Minister. Black’s a known Muggle killerand may be planning to rejoin YouKnow-Who. . . . But ofcourse, you don’t even know who YouKnow-Who is!” He hadgazed hopelessly at the Prime Minister for a moment, then 11 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEsaid, “Well, sit down, sit down, I’d better fill you in. . . . Havea whiskey . . .”The Prime Minister rather resented being told to sit downin his own office, let alone offered his own whiskey, but hesat nevertheless. Fudge pulled out his wand, conjured twolarge glasses full of amber liquid out of thin air, pushed oneof them into the Prime Minister’s hand, and drew up a chair.Fudge had talked for more than an hour. At one point, hehad refused to say a certain name aloud and wrote it insteadon a piece of parchment, which he had thrust into the PrimeMinister’s whiskey-free hand. When at last Fudge had stoodup to leave, the Prime Minister had stood up too.“So you think that . . .” He had squinted down at the namein his left hand. “Lord Vol —”“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” snarled Fudge.“I’m sorry. . . . You think that He-Who-Must-Not-BeNamed is still alive, then?”“Well, Dumbledore says he is,” said Fudge, as he hadfastened his pin-striped cloak under his chin, “but we’venever found him. If you ask me, he’s not dangerous unlesshe’s got support, so it’s Black we ought to be worrying about. 12 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTERYou’ll put out that warning, then? Excellent. Well, I hope wedon’t see each other again, Prime Minister! Good night.”But they had seen each other again. Less than a year latera harassed-looking Fudge had appeared out of thin air in thecabinet room to inform the Prime Minister that there hadbeen a spot of bother at the Kwidditch (or that was what ithad sounded like) World Cup and that several Muggles hadbeen “involved,” but that the Prime Minister was not toworry, the fact that You-KnowWho’s Mark had been seenagain meant nothing; Fudge was sure it was an isolatedincident, and the Muggle Liaison Office was dealing with allmemory modifications as they spoke.“Oh, and I almost forgot,” Fudge had added. “We’reimporting three foreign dragons and a sphinx for theTriwizard Tournament, quite routine, but the Department forthe Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures tells me thatit’s down in the rule book that we have to notify you if we’rebringing highly dangerous creatures into the country.”“I — what — dragons?” spluttered the Prime Minister.“Yes, three,” said Fudge. “And a sphinx. Well, good day toyou.” 13 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEThe Prime Minister had hoped beyond hope that dragonsand sphinxes would be the worst of it, but no. Less than twoyears later, Fudge had erupted out of the fire yet again, thistime with the news that there had been a mass breakoutfrom Azkaban.“A mass breakout?” repeated the Prime Minister hoarsely.“No need to worry, no need to worry!” shouted Fudge,already with one foot in the flames. “We’ll have themrounded up in no time — just thought you ought to know!”And before the Prime Minister could shout, “Now, wait justone moment!” Fudge had vanished in a shower of greensparks.Whatever the press and the opposition might say, thePrime Minister was not a foolish man. It had not escaped hisnotice that, despite Fudge’s assurances at their first meeting,they were now seeing rather a lot of each other, nor thatFudge was becoming more flustered with each visit. Littlethough he liked to think about the Minister of Magic (or, ashe always called Fudge in his head, the Other Minister), thePrime Minister could not help but fear that the next timeFudge appeared it would be with graver news still. The sight,therefore, of Fudge stepping out of the fire once more, 14 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

THE OTHER MINISTERlooking disheveled and fretful and sternly surprised that thePrime Minister did not know exactly why he was there, wasabout the worst thing that had happened in the course ofthis extremely gloomy week.“How should I know what’s going on in the — er —Wizarding community?” snapped the Prime Minister now. “Ihave a country to run and quite enough concerns at themoment without —”“We have the same concerns,” Fudge interrupted. “TheBrockdale Bridge didn’t wear out. That wasn’t really ahurricane. Those murders were not the work of Muggles. AndHerbert Chorley’s family would be safer without him. We arecurrently making arrangements to have him transferred to St.Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Themove should be effected tonight.”“What do you . . . I’m afraid I . . . What?” blustered the PrimeMinister.Fudge took a great, deep breath and said, “Prime Minister,I am very sorry to have to tell you that he’s back. He-WhoMust-NotBe-Named is back.”“Back? When you say ‘back’ . . . he’s alive? I mean —” 15 Get free e-books and video tutorials at www.passuneb.com

CHAPTER ONEThe Prime Minister groped in his memory for the details ofthat horrible conversation of three years previously, whenFudge had told him about the wizard who was fearedabove all others, the wizard who had committed athousand terrible cr

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